My Lil Grimey N*gga
作词 : E-40
作曲 : E-40
My lil grimey ********, he don't rap or nothin
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin
He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him[Verse 1: E-40]
When my lil grimey ******** come around fools get nervous
Cause he I'll and sick as the ********, smirkish, heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes,
YA, juvy, still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My lil grimey ******** maney, janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners mannish body wounds mean in the hood
Came with an
AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down! "
But he ain't listenin
Lil ******** hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin
Fifi, belu********, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin[Chorus x2: Stresmatic][Verse 2: E-40]
My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night
With the hungry man and his...
Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with
Lurkin at the gas station on some old floop ********t
Trained and programed to go, about his dough
A hitter, not a barber but carry a extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles up out the
RichEl Sobrante and
Hercules teach him taught him how to fish
My lil grimey ********, all the time right behind me ********
On the block with the
Glock where you can find me ********
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette his body frame
I wonder what set he claim?
For the money, ******** the fame
Do he make it rain?
Hell nah, he ******** (********)
My lil grimey ********, keep a dumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbin ********s, he's a floater[Chorus x2: Stresmatic]
My Lil Grimey N*ggaLRC歌词
作词 : E-40
作曲 : E-40
My lil grimey ********, he don't rap or nothin
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin
He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him[Verse 1: E-40]
When my lil grimey ******** come around fools get nervous
Cause he I'll and sick as the ********, smirkish, heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes,
YA, juvy, still ain't reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My lil grimey ******** maney, janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners mannish body wounds mean in the hood
Came with an
AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down! "
But he ain't listenin
Lil ******** hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin
Fifi, belu********, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin[Chorus x2: Stresmatic][Verse 2: E-40]
My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night
With the hungry man and his...
Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with
Lurkin at the gas station on some old floop ********t
Trained and programed to go, about his dough
A hitter, not a barber but carry a extra clipper
Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles up out the
RichEl Sobrante and
Hercules teach him taught him how to fish
My lil grimey ********, all the time right behind me ********
On the block with the
Glock where you can find me ********
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette his body frame
I wonder what set he claim?
For the money, ******** the fame
Do he make it rain?
Hell nah, he ******** (********)
My lil grimey ********, keep a dumper stashed in his motor
Set to set robbin ********s, he's a floater[Chorus x2: Stresmatic]
