E-40 - My Lil' Grimey Nigga Lyrics
[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic]My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothinThe one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustinHe don't love nothin, his pockets on slimSo when you go outside you better watch out for him[VERSE 1: E-40]When my lil grimey nigga come around fools get nervousCause he ill and sick as the *****, smirkish, heartless and mercilessHis daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like himHis mama been on goup ever since 1990In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformedThey say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was bornMy lil grimey nigga maney, janky like tricked diceNever been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on icePack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brainLookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chainHim and his partners mannish (?)With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weaponI be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down!" But he ain't listeninLil nigga hardheaded, look forward to goin to prisonDon't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippinFifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic][VERSE 2: E-40]My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the nightWith the (?)Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem withLurkin at the gas station on some old floop shitTrained and programed to go, about his doughA hitter, no a barber but carry a extra clipperGot hella next of kin cousins and uncles, up out the RichEl Sobrante and Hercules teach him, taught him how to fishMy lil grimey nigga, all the time right behind me, niggaOn the block with the Glock where you can find me, niggaThey didn't see his face, but everybody knew his nameEverybody knew his name, silhouette, his body frameI wonder what set he claim? For the money, ***** the fameDo he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbangMy lil grimey nigga, keep a dumper stashed in his motorSet to set robbin niggas, he's a floater[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic]
