Z-Ro - Gripping Grain Lyrics
[Featuring: Den Den][Talking]What, in this ***** *****ing with Z-RoMother*****ing Mo City Don *****Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face[Z-Ro]Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombsWith feddy up in my palms, and I show you why I'm the DonZ-Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulderI get you if I owe you, X your file like Scully and MulderColder with the pen pimping thang, ***** bringing it to your assMe and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brainSit back get it together, take a chill really sit backWhen I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clackI'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't mindSlapping patches up out your hair, better say better somebody to findStraight up and down and rap flawn, these jackers ain't onThat's why I skip the slab, and I move straight to foreignEverybody has collided with The Screwed Up ClickAnd when I pick up the mic and I go off, they say how he do that shitI'm a mic wrecker, about to checkmate like checkersA pine breasher, with 25 bags of light green on my dresser[Hook]Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rainCause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I'm ballingCrawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning maynCause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling[Den Den]Gripping grain on the feeter, switching lanes with AaliyahTop down low to the ground, car looking completedBalling hard like Kobe, put two inches on tobePack a seventeen shot, hope a nigga don't provoke meCars they smoking, with herbal incentMashing horses flipping tortoise, candy up like sipBeat the toll for a dolla, as I smash right underOn the passenger of me, riding underground underI ponder in the game, passing laws gripping grainScreens fall like rain, leaving puddles and stainsFor my grind be major, hit me on two way pagerAll my tools there's a later, for a safe place haterSo when you see me in them streets, you best bow downI'm gripping grain causing pain, hold it down H-TownLike a king or a chief, I'm blowing endo sweetsSaving my change pushing my Range, starched up looking sweet[Hook][Z-Ro]Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon floatGot a beach house in Galveston, with woofers on bumpAnd we gon choke on smoke, and swallow drank as we sailAtlantic Ocean the Pacific, man I'm making my mailFrom selling yale to record sales, to fatten our pocketMurdering mother*****ers on wax, can't nobody can stop itWith the checks and a black X, and a rolex make niggas checkGot my nose wide open, smelling nothing but plexI get deep like a dimple, complicated but simpleFrom rags to riches on these *****es, Screwed Up medallion with a symbolAin't no mo' chains and pieces, for my nephews and niecesWhen the record stores get empty, my ass get money increasesYou can't walk on my lawn, better leave my Vipor aloneGot a house in Sweet Water Texas, Lexus and a pond with a swanThey call me a swanga not a diss, I broke up on and made her *****Now affiliated on a candy coated yacht, eating on shrimp fish[Hook]Straight Profit, taking over and you can't stop itCause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we ballingCrawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning maynCause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we haulingGripping grain, grind on and my-my shine onTurning lane
