Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grippin Grain, artist - al-dDate of issue: 24.03.2002
Song language: English
Grippin Grain |
| Gripping on wood grain |
| Keep on, keep on, keep on moving |
| Banging, swerving lane to lane |
| Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang |
| Know you wonder if it’s thunder, where the fuck is the rain |
| Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing on coo-coo |
| Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw |
| Reclined on buck, like I’m stuck in the mud |
| Ripping my mug cause I’m thug, sipping straight out the jug |
| Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart |
| Boy got mo' ice, than a W march |
| Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South |
| Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house |
| Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her |
| Cause she stuck on a G, like a god damn sweater |
| Hotter than a baretta, trying to give it up fast |
| Left her stupid like cupid, and put a plug in her ass |
| Swanging glass moving fast, as I dash through your hood |
| Picking splinters out my palm mayn, gripping on wood |
| Hear them niggas bumping, but they can’t forget |
| Swanging down bumping tip, champagne under the tent |
| Trend setter, red beam for plexing |
| Crawling, living the life of a Texan |
| Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up |
| Crawling purple passion, up in my cup |
| I-10 to 71, mash the gas to Austin |
| Chrome glossing, big bossing flossing |
| Block to block spot to spot, no need for tripping |
| Still collecting my ends, in the 2K dimension |
| Twist a leaf out the leaf, as I crawl through the street |
| Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep |
| It’s a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale |
| Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail |
| Jazzy broads whispering, boppers shaking they tail |
| You can do what you do, I’m all about my mail |
| Lights, camera, action it’s on |
| Bang out my garage, and I’m on 20 inch chrome |
| Grab my phone, cause I’m calling Al-D |
| When they see the buttons, don’t try to compare me |
| She gon stare G, so you better get her |
| I’m coming down, and I’m banging the Hardest Pit of the litter |
| Down South, keep our name out your mouth |
| And we’ll get it on, and we known to buy a house |
| And buy the block it don’t stop, with shoes and socks |
| Bet the top drop, and let the bumper unlock |
| But me I’m rolling foreign, never ever alone |
| Swanging left and right, with alarm cats knowing |
| Paints I be pouring, and you know I’m so wet |
| Getting me a ticket from the laws, you wanna bet |
| They can’t stand me, pulling off they say you dripping too much candy |
| Yes I can’t stand it, I’m the drank and drip bandit |
| You can’t handle it, bought the ice that sunk the Titanic |
| Don’t panic, when you see me riding with Janet |
| On the escapade, riding a Escalade |
| Break these boys off with techs, my chest plate |
| We gonna swang, we gonna bang |
| We gonna grip on wood, baby — 4x |