Grimey lyrics

by

Capone-N-Noreaga


[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
That's hot (Hahaha), yeah
That's perfect, n*ggas, part four, motherf*cker
Thugged out, n*gga (Grimy)
Neptunes, n*gga, what, n*gga? (Grimy)
Violator, n*gga, what, n*gga? (Grimy)
This sh*t is serious, type serious (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, n*gga, what, n*gga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, n*gga, what, n*gga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, part four, n*gga (Grimy)
Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
It's like f*ck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, n*gga
I smoke bogies, conspiracy theory
It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
These b*tches swear they in love but it's just the X
n*ggas act like my coke ain't long and stretched
Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest
I flip obsolete, see, I'm the king of the streets
And show motherf*ckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
In Miami, Big Pun shoulda won the Grammy
This year I'll bring the sh*t 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 and Buc, n*gga, what?
And f*ck Tommy Boy, them n*ggas just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my di*k, hoes swallow my spit
Wanna drink every bottle I sip
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
n*gga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "n*gga, f*ck the law"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey" (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech
We Violator violatin', y'all n*ggas capiche?
It's unsafe like late night on Orchard Beach
Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least
Let's have fun with it, in the Bridge, my n*ggas dun with it
n*ggas 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 f*ck
Four Gold albums, ain't none of it luck
Brad Pitt, Fight Club sh*t, f*ckin' you up
Since you seem so tense, release the mutts
I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, nah, n*gga, 'cause I'ma feel more
n*gga, this my year, you gonna feel N.O.R.E. 
Money, we got it, but still try and feel more
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
n*gga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "n*gga, f*ck the law"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a n*gga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
n*gga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', f*ck a Range, n*gga (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, n*gga (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, n*gga, screw that (Uh, uh, uh, grimy)

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
You see we unbreakable, y'all n*ggas is uncapable
2G, n*gga, we use gats that's untraceable
Still smokin' and n*ggas know how I do it
Keep big shanks, sh*t'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 the L's above feelin' my love with cold heart
See these fake n*ggas, man, I'm finsta break n*ggas
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break n*ggas
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break n*ggas
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a n*gga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
n*gga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', f*ck a Range, n*gga (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, n*gga (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, n*gga, screw that (Grimy)
Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
n*gga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "n*gga, f*ck the law"
Me and my n*ggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Outro: N.O.R.E.]
Violator, n*gga, what, n*gga? (Grimy)
This sh*t is serious (Grimy)
Grimy
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Grimy
Grimy
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Grimy
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