Back to the Grill Again Song
Back to the Grill
MC Serch
- Twelvemonth:
- 1992
- 522Views
- Playlists:
- #9
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[Chorus: x6] Back to the grill again, the grill again [MC Serch] You demand a posse the size of the Nazis to assail this And you're more than optomistic than the Sounds of Blackness Flip lines that rip through the chest cavity And I go on going and going but like an Analeptic battery Flattery volition get you nowhere, unless it's the derriere And that will get yous everywhere Went to the flea market, was in the cark, parked it Big fat blunts, if you got it so spark it And with the fisticuffs came the fists And yous've joined Steven Segal on the Marked for Death hitlist Went dorsum to the lxx's and brothers got on grants 'Cause they can step to some sisters and say "Slap me some skins" Honey dip, and accept the squad to the teepee Striking it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV And if there ain't no papes there's no evidence I'll but arctic and render to boot em in the grill [Chorus] [Red Hot Lover Tone] Bust a style while I exercise it, if you lot know it oh you knew information technology If you lot knew information technology then you knew it, if I catch a punk chewin I'm a drop the flavour fluid on his caput, yep I flew it And like Aretha Franklin, your moms is jumping to information technology And then, then, and so, where did you go, what practise ya know And so many people want to be wing like Joe One thousand.I., E.I., oh lots and lots And rapper tin can top the Red Hot (Non!) R&B rips hip-hop (Not!) MC Serch is gonna flip-bomb (Non!) All my hoes expect like sasquatch (Not!) And George Bush-league gets nuff props Well, anyhow, Imma slay slay lay Pull a hoe effectually my way and make hooker souffle Cherry Hot Lover Tone would like to give thanks MC Serch Yo, y'all're chill for making me a role of history Kick em in the grill [Nas] Finesse, go along a Tech-9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, go along you under force per unit area Listen similar a computer, the inserter Paragraphs of murder, the nightclub flirter This is Nas, child, you know how information technology runs I'm waving automatic guns at nuns Sticking upwardly the preachers in the church, I'm a stone crook Serial killer, who works by the phone volume For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea On the mic I let vocabulary spill (It'southward similar that why'all) That why'all, kicking em in the grill [Chorus] [Chubb Stone] The Chubbsta breaks ?stabbabi? fakes, steady charge per unit h The panty mix the verse, looks to Serch, boot him in the grill again Part two, sequel of "The Dialect, The Derelect" The murder licks, Vanilla kicks alive on the crucifix Coming around the mountain, when he comes to sell more record bums Digest the lyrics then you suck on some Tums Crumbs with the energy from the lump sums And lips to to the mixture to the friction and and then you're Hummmmmmming, the door rings, yo I'm coming To a theater near you lot, get your popcorn and your brew And a Guinness Stout, check the clout when I'g about 'Cause YOU are a BLABBERMOUTH A blabber, it gets no badder Lyrics on a diet cause information technology gets no fatter Like a Gewn to the Guthrien, jumping upward on the scene With the Serches with the verses Word upwards, the illustrious Rapper dapper sapper, y'all want us to sell out your wish My lips have never touched the circumference of a spliff And if you meet some Coke or some spill With some ill pill, yo kick me in the grill grill [Chorus] [MC Serch] Then hither'southward a true and imitation, tell me if information technology'south factable You desire to kill the Klan, shoot the fans a tractor pull Got crazy game, so no ane tin end me But ah-yo, I'g white, I judge my game is hockey Or basketball, football game, taking papes in poker If honeydip got a moneyclip I'm gonna stroke her Wait a infinitesimal, arctic chill, can't swing 'Cause my girl own't my girl no more, now she got a ring Respect my wisdom similar I respect myself To to 1000 I'll put you in a tree similar the Keebler elves Y'all couldn't exist The Mack if you had the car, the chapeau, the hoe And your shit would still exist out the dorsum like a patio 'Cause I saw yous eating pig duke, with Frankie Knuckles In a bar chosen Chuckles wearing name plate belt buckles Goddamn your life is flimsy Gave you enough respect, but gave it back cause I was stingy Then from the cons and pros to the pros and the cons Call me a motherfucker I'll say "Yeah I fucked your moms" Until she calls dorsum I'1000 gonna arctic Peace to Red Hot Lover Tone, Chubb Stone, kicking em in the grill [Chorus]
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Written by: TODD RAY, MICHAEL BERRIN, STANLEY MARVIN CLARKE
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