bout real grits getters Gettin' grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a Brother tell another bout real grits getters (Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all
's cool That nigga somewhere 'higher learnin' And of course there's that famous beef between parrish and sermon And that's cool, both those niggas killed jane And now there's nice without smooth
is smooth 'Cause I don't get upset 'Cause I don't get upset 'Cause I don't get upset 'Cause I don't get upset 'Cause I don't get upset 'Cause I don
verse So you could go ahead and try to put me down But I was told don't let no one get you down And never wear a frown, it's Lil' Rob The Chicano and
These other vatos had theirs, and now it's my time No kick a beat, smooth suavecito To all you fine Chicanas, Lil' Rob estoy mejito Thumping the oldies It's
' whats left Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some time I'm livin' this rhyme Let my nine get in your spine, sit an' recline Get so mad, forget
on, ahhight? (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo) I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the surface To the core, if it ain't raw it's
to ride (Nigga, that's mobstability) And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese (Fool, that's mobstability) And when it's money over bitches
na na na na Nobody's home, nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's home Nobody's
a gee Mutherfucker as I pop my trunk let me see dat ass run But the bullets from my gage put ya on front page All the shit that went down didn't even
dance to the song All I wanna do is get my groove on like this I throw my hands like Marvin Sorta like James Brown how I get down I?m holdin' my chain
city With my rider's and dogs It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down With the homi's from Bone Thugs And these hater's get flossed on These bitches get no
keep my fresh cameo cut every day Like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like thata-the-that, it's like that y'all Cause I'm the prosecutor taking
North Carolina L.A. and Oakland (It's a Big Daddy thing) And the rest of the world As we go a little somethin' like this (It's a Big Daddy thing) Let it rain let
With my rider's and dogs It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down With the homi's from Bone Thugs And these hater's get flossed on These bitches get no love
strap you down, honey Pet you nice with my velvet glove You dial my number so let me take the lead I'm the man, understand With the smooth slight of hand And all
crosses off down in the ditch This one?s got flowers, this one?s got a wreath This one?s got a name painted down underneath Was the road all iced up,