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Correct Grill Em Lyrics
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Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em Grill em, grill em, don't stop This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown [Verse:] This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it) Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker) Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra) But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what) And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer (queer) Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared (scared) If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in here And that shit match ya gear (grill em, grill em) This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope) This is for those stone cold playa haters Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh) See I be on my D-I-P Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here) Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I. D. And they won't let you in that damn V. I. P. Grill em This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em Grill em, grill em, don't stop [Verse 2:] This that mobster shit (right) this Tupacalypse (right) This that get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh) This that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it What this nigga think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em) I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em) (Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in mink (what) We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it) Relax you better scrap (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh) We ain't tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that (go head) We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and flat Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever) Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it Hands up if the dj put the scratch to ya music Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey) That's what a thug about (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout) So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth) They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out [Hook:]
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