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Utwór: Grits

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Yo Malik Blunt
   [B] Whassup?
   Tell me how you like your grits man
   [B] Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son
   I just don't like them sticky grits
   Word, that was trippy
   Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
   [T] Word, organix, groovy stew grits
   with cheese, and mad honey
   That ain't nuttin man!
   [T] That's the grits that needs cash man!
   I like my grits with sugar man
   [B] I like them with BUTTER
   Sweet and smooth man
  
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
   I can 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 y'all)
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another bout real grits getters
   (Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another about the real grits getters
   (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another bout the grits getter
  
   [Black Thought]
   Now me, I'm out to get the grits, more than a little bit
   If I said, "Don't get it Black," you know I'd be a hypocrite
   Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit
   Rated with the X, is the X-tra X-plicit grits
   I, slides, AND, slips, AND, dives, AND, dips
   into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker
   But take the raincoats, for the oats
   When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
   with butter, you slip up in the grits and make em other
   Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
   that you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop
   I get a little ends but, never spends loot
   for the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laugh
   so they giggle for the grits and, when they get close
   they start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched in
   flipped in, changed the position that I hits in-side
   I glide, words can't describe, how I move be
   like, hittin a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so!
   Yo Black, here's a bit of advice:
   your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away
   from the grits getter
  
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another about the real grits getters
   (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   * repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
  
   [Malik Blunt]
   Yeah I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it
   To be specific I won't like it, so get the ticket
   Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins
   In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch
   You, know I use my mark like the worm on Noah's Ark
   But if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my bark
   Guess I haves to rest my num before the next number to sum
   But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin deep
   Peep this hick whose name was Vickie
   Gettin tricky rather slicky
   Her performance showed endurance
   She said, "Me like to licky licky"
   Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious
   Took my order then she sorta served me
   like she was a waitress
   Never will I say that she was tasteless
   Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
   Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
   P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
   Protection, against infection
   Erect projections travels South in your mouth
   like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent
   She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince"
   I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
   By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
   They also said the way I entered from the center
   is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bust
   or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic
   Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin on a Planet
   I don't gotta Beama or a Jetta, ?C-ka-Reama alla netta?
   Malik is the sleek grits, getter
  
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another about the real grits getters
   (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   * repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
  
   [BROther ?uestion]
   I would be lyin if I told you I could not
   prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
   Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
   But if it bends your spoon then add some butter with the quickness
   I might get a bit smoother, if you move it to a
   better, position, that's probably what she wishin
   You can add some groovy spices, to give it extra
   But my advice is to first let it simmer
   Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool
   Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner
   Humans gotta know, that I keep my bowl, full of grits
   Swingin with their daughters while their parents throwin fits
   Tellin me to change my diet plan, to bran cereal
   Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work
   In fact, it made my milk kinda sour
   Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer
   That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic
   Cause if it's artificial, I panic
  
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another about the real grits getters
   (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   * repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
  
   Yo man, what about me man?
   * everybody clowns *
   Yo man, just pass your grits down man
   (You needs to eat Gerber man)
  
   [Kid Crumbs]
   Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya
   A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
   daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir
   Kick a cat, but I won't like a cat, I'll figure
   I'd rather, play the thigh kisser, sister,
   I don't die swift, and yo I'm not a quitter
   So umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and trace
   my way to the right nip and left nip then sip
   Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hats
   from the back, then flee, to the next block
   to knock off socks, yo you know my props
   So father, don't bother
   Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got
  
   Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
   brother tell another about the real grits getters
   (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
   * repeat 4X

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