Letras:
Grits

: Do what you have to I do what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one Cause I worked like

: Bonnie shades And a high top fade So low you know on the mic with no aid You didn't think in a blink no way That I'd make the grade But now you say

: There's only two types of men Pimps and John's There's one type of bitch And that's a hoe God damn holly hooker this is my world God damn time to go

: Voice Talking: Yeah, but you know people are scared to have conversations like this and that's...and that's what it boils down to. When you see a guy

: People like the way my style is rollin The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin I?m not bullshittin Heres how I'm hittin Funkin it up more than George Clinton

: Burnin Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no... Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin

: Uh Kick on back to the rap I format When its through what you do is just play it back Rewind it Find it That's how I designed it And fellas if you

baby. If I don't love you baby, grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa must-a been a man. I said, if I don't love you baby, grits ain

tell another 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