Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grimey , by - N.O.R.E.. Song from the album God's Favorite, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Grimey |
| It’s like fuck, it’s King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga |
| I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory |
| It’s like I’m Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it’s just the X Niggas act like, my coke ain’t long in stress |
| Like I don’t keep two shotguns, under my chest |
| I flip, obsolete see I’m the king of the streets |
| And show muh’fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes’beats |
| In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy |
| This year I’ll bring the shit home to his family |
| Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive |
| Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe |
| See you a hater like Star &Buc, nigga what |
| And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck |
| I’m the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit |
| Wanna drink every bottle I sip |
| Nigga when that heat, is bustin off |
| And the ambulance come, and rush you off |
| And the witness like — we don’t know dem boys |
| Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
| Then we resume, hangin with stars |
| Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars |
| Then we drive and scream — nigga FUCK the law |
| Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
| Yo, yo I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech |
| We Violator violatin, y’all niggaz capiche? |
| It’s unsafe like late night on (?) Beach |
| Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least |
| Let’s have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar; |
| see them chicks they like to holla N.O. |
| You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow |
| Money like Nutty Professor — fat as fuck |
| Four gold albums; |
| ain’t none of it luck |
| Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up Since you, seem so tense release the mutts |
| I’m connected, the police release my cuffs |
| Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I’ma feel more |
| Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore |
| Money we got it but still try and feel more |
| Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey) |
| Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey) |
| Nigga get popped can’t hush me son (Grimey) |
| Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey) |
| 93 Ac’fuck a Range nigga (Grimey) |
| Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey) |
| Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey) |
| Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey) |
| You see we unbreakable, y’all niggaz is uncapable |
| We 2G nigga we use gats that’s untraceable |
| Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it |
| Keep big shanks, shit’ll cut in half your Buick |
| Just me and shorty, late night in the park |
| And gettin so much brains I’m startin to feel smart |
| Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart |
| See these fake niggaz, my fists’ll break niggaz |
| We switchin labels, now it’s time to break niggaz |
| We switchin labels, now it’s time to break niggaz |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
| Violator — nigga what nigga (Grimey) |
| This shit is serious (Grimey) |
| (Grimey) (Grimey) |
| (Grimey) (Grimey). |