Gold Grill lyrics

[Pimp C]
Uh...steady ??? steady ???
b*tch don't never get no rest

[Pimp C]
Uh...Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind;
My bottom b*tch got some goals, with a good credit line
So, we pop the plastic..
If she hustle, I ball
Long as she payin' daddy
Ain't no problems at all
So, we break the mall
Now and then we f*ck;
And then the b*tch gon' be cool
Long as the paper stay up
When she suck on my pipe
Them golds shiny and bright..
Got them lames hittin' that service every f*ckin' night
I'm tal'in' 'bout NBA tricks
NFL tricks
NHL tricks
Payin' my b*tch
Grade A pus*y and she payin' for my di*k;
She on my two-way now
The b*tch done hit a fat lick, a fat lick
Chorus: (Bun B)
Now tell me what it's all about in that South:
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Get in a n*gga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch
b*tch, if it hurt, say "Ouch"
Chorus: (Pimp C)
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold

[Bun B]
See this one right here, my n*ggas
We gon' dedicate it
To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold-plated
Never hated, never will
We stayin' forever trill;
But boys on the blocks
They keep comin' forever grilled
Open face with them designs...sh*t
Maybe a rack on top and bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine
Some n*ggas got that yella gold
Some n*ggas got that white
Some n*ggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night
sh*t, I know this boy with one gold, no ice;
I know a n*gga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice;
Muthaf*ckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad
Some real and some fraud;
Spell the name of they broad
Got boys that praise the Lord
With open face and they cross
Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost
So, whether you the boss, the runner, or the square
C'mon down to the South;
We got gold grills everywhere
Chorus

[MJG]
Gold in the middle, they stay shiny
One on each canine;
You get one free if you not paid on government aid
Go get some shades
You blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays
But while they all up in yo grill
They vision blurry for days
Stacked, and ya say, "But couldn't I just stop at one" just like Lays
You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
You buff 'em and sh*t;
They sparkle like the comets in space
I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade

[Eightball]
White ice on gold; that's what we be flippin' dog
3rd Ward to The Mound
You know that we keep it raw
8Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile;
Say it make her pus*y wet
And make her nipples get all hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern
In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin': n*gga chatterin'
Hoes, if you ask me, "What them n*ggas be about?"
Hate me cause my flow official
And I'm from that Dirty South
Chorus