Grimey Songtext / Lyric

[Noreaga]

Yeah nigga, part 4, motherfucker

Thugged out nigga, Grimey

What nigga, Grimey

Shit is serious, Grimey

Uh, uh, uh, nigga, Grimey

Uh, uh, uh, uh Grimey

Uh, uh, uh, uh Grimey


It's like fuck, King Tut fury

I smoke boogies conspiracy theory

It's like I'm Malcolm with just the X

These bitches swear they in love but it's just the Ex

Niggas act like my coke ain't long to stretch

Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest

I flip obsolete, see I'm the king of the streets

And show mu'fuckas how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats

In Miami, Pun should've won the Grammy

This year I'm bringing this shit home to his family

Go head and keep hating until you receive

Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe

See you a hater like Star & Buck, nigga what

And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggas just suck

I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick

Hoes swallow my spit

Wanna drink every bottle I sip


(Chorus)

[Pharrell Williams]

Nigga, when that heat is busting off

And the ambulance come to rush you off

And the women's like we don't know them boys

Me and my niggas going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

And resume hanging with stars

And we live in phat houses and phat ass cars

And my niggas scream, nigga fuck the law

Me and my niggas going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey


[Noreaga]

Alternated with the greatest, updated my speech

We violate or violating y'all niggas kepis

It's sun/son safe like late night on (?) beach

Drink some river ranches and get slurped and leave

Let's have fun wit it, in the bridge my niggas done wit it

Niggas 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 swalla

Money like Nutty Professor fat as fuck

Four gold albums ain't none of it luck

Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fucking you up

Since you seem so tense release the stress

I'm connected till the police release my cuffs

Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'm feel more

Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore

Money's been gotten but still tryin' to feel more


(Chorus)


(Bridge)

[Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)]

Type a nigga roll with rusty duns (Grimey)

Two red shanks and rusty guns (Grimey)

Nigga get popped can't help you son (Grimey)

Selling everything to they cuff me dun (Grimey)

93 Ac' fuck a range nigga (Grimey)

Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey)

Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)

Never cleaning up, nigga screw that (Grimey)


[Noreaga]

See we unbreakable, y'all niggas is uncapable

We 2g nigga we use gats that's untraceable

Still smokin' and niggas know how I do it

Keep big shanks shit'll cut in half, your Buick

Just skeeting shortie late night in the park

And getting so much brain I'm startin' to feel smart

Off the El Debarge feeling my love with cold heart

See these fake niggas love to fit wit (?) niggas

I'm switchin' labels now it's time to break niggas

We switchin' labels now it's time to break niggas


(Bridge)


[Pharell Williams]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey


(Chorus)


[Noreaga]

Violator nigga GRIMEY

Yeah shit is serious nigga GRIMEY

GRIMEY, GRIMEY

GRIMEY, GRIMEY