Grippin' the Grain (feat. Lady Ice & Marcus) [Club Mix]

Attention!

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

Bone, bone, bone, bone (Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone)

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Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain

Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed

Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man

I'm so fresh, my **** you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor

Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor

What's y'all **** talking about, you **** ain't hardcore

This here, the major don

Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's

Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me

Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention

Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone, hear it from like two blocks away

Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place

It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome

We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'

Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'

Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'

I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

**** pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5

Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by

Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor store

White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16

So fresh 'n so clean, baby boy comin' by down

From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro, feelin' drilled

To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain

From the front to the back

Can you feel my woofer's bang?

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall