Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nitty Gritty, artist - Jayo Felony. Album song Whatcha Gonna Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rush Associated Labels
Song language: English
Nitty Gritty |
Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y’all know what’s up with this right here. |
No playa |
Haters allowed so everybody’s not invited. |
So y’all got to keep y’all |
Distance. |
Mind your own, you’ll live long. |
Yeah. |
Check me out |
(1st Verse): |
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed |
They didn’t see me creeping up from behind they want to be me |
But I ain’t trippin, sippin on something 90 proof |
]From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth |
By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor |
If you ain’t helping your family, then what you living for? |
You’d rather talk about the next man, like a busta |
Fool, don’t make me reach out and touch ya |
Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don’t playa hate |
And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate |
Never try to floss and show off your stacking |
On the low, that’s if you wanna stay away from the popos |
Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies |
Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali |
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it |
Trying to escape reality… in four minutes |
Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree |
Stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I’m getting down |
To the nitty gritty |
]From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and |
Get funky while we got 'em |
(2nd verse): |
Gas or cash, ain’t no free ride |
Felony got love coming from both sides |
About to blow it up and that’s on me, Ready to bring it on |
Man y’all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill |
Cause I don’t give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill |
With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his |
Grind on — Fool kill that! |
I’m trying to feed my household, what should I do? |
To survive, I got to work for you? |
Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy |
Huh, but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect |
With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing |
Along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed |
Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes |
(3rd verse) |
And if you ever say you can see me, it don’t compute |
It’s like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit |
I’m unfadable with this and about to show ya, time’s up |
I’m about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya |
I’m comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward |
Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y’all |
And to my females that’s never faking and paper chasing |
Time is just too valuable to be wasting |
On the independent stroke or with a? |
I’m down with ya, let’s put our heads together and now we get richer |
We got to get it while it’s good to get |
Let’s put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town |
Don’t you like the sound of that? |
Him skinny and me fat |
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat |
To the end we represent-we in it to win it |
Trying to escape reality in four minutes |