Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lox!, artist - Grip. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Lox! |
| Watch 'em, blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh |
| Same Glock 40 I been toting since birth |
| Know what you worth, before you sell your soul for a dollar |
| And them chips is nachos I need the whole enchilada |
| I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers |
| Mode since a toddler stole from the store with my partners |
| And rode in Impala with the scammers and the robbers |
| Big banana and the blammer sure to handle any problems |
| I’m clutching my shit at any sign of funny business |
| I got this toolie to maneuver thru the monkey wrenches |
| You can assume my momma been knew that her son a menace |
| At age 2, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas |
| Run the slums with misfits jumping fences, niggas dumping biscuits |
| With the numbers missing bullets humming whistling oh here comes forensics |
| Police hunt for witness and ain’t hear nothing but crickets |
| Gotta have tunnel vision this jungles vicious |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |
| Nigga we was in apartments back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses |
| Now I be having it |
| Wreaking havoc on any acting like it’s some static |
| Don’t care what your status is |
| Statistician I’m good with them numbers |
| But I ain’t adding up no hooks or no jumpers |
| Or triple doubles niggas tripping I’m doubling |
| Triping dubs and fifties and hunnids |
| Hondale, vamanos |
| I ain’t tryna fight Napoleon Dynamite |
| Bitch, you know that close, got too much going on |
| To respond to post from these Twitter thugs |
| On the net, you like 2Pac on «Hit 'Em Up» |
| When you see me, «It's Grip, oh shit, it’s love |
| Can my girlfriend get a hug?» |
| I done seen nigga switch the demeanor |
| And pick up the nina and flick up in beamers to fit in |
| But your last album it was kumbiyah |
| My lord, who is you kidding |
| Get the shit how you living |
| I ain’t never worried 'bout another nigga pockets |
| Gripper had to go and get this shit popping |
| Really wasn’t no other option I want the I want the |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |
| Bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle |
| But my trouble turned to accomplishments |
| Hear the talks on the net but some shots at they neck’ll |
| Make hating shit turn into compliments |
| Think I’m playing you gamble? |
| Aye bet on your life |
| Fuck it double down twice and come try it then |
| Let me know if it’s beef when we meet in the crease |
| Of these seats I keep condiments |
| How you go from having scholarship |
| To claiming big slime, you better stop that shit |
| You gotta strap in your hand but I see in your face |
| That you too scared to pop a zit |
| Boy y’all be ass backwards |
| How your pants sagging with no guap just some pocket lint |
| You know I been running it up |
| With these pads in the front shit I think I can stop a blitz |
| Get off your ass and get active, quit acting |
| Get that mail and rip it out that package |
| Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic |
| Once it scaled I make it do gymnastics |
| Somersault and got it flipping it through traffic |
| I sold three bows out the door that’s a hat trick |
| Counted me out but I still made it happen |
| Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it nigga, cause |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |
| I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect |
| Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next |
| I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP |
| Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops |