Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em (grill em) Don't stop, em (grill em) don't stop, grill em em, grill em, don't stop This get em sound, this that get it down (down) This two step we don't shake or spin around (no) that pick a clown size em up try ya luck Playa hate, em down, let me see you twist ya frown
1] This that for real, off the charts my nillz Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) to grill Show that mark a and you got the heart of steel Scared a stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it) Then head to the club to em you a party wrecker (wrecker) the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra) But next minute he letting in a mob of (what) And wanna give you a hastle at that Don Search and pat ya where, like a fag and (queer) Give that fag a stare have little cracker scared (scared) If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in And that shit match ya gear (grill em, em) This aint made for playas in the club paper (nope) This is for those cold playa haters Who just playa hate, the spot, place the place And quick to lay a scrape or in ya bathing apes (ohh) See I be on my Cut you off while you dancing with P-Y-T (come here) Grill a bartender cause he see I.D. And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. em
This that get em sound, this get it down (down) that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) This that a clown size em up try ya luck Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you ya frown Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, em em, grill em, don't stop
2] This that shit (right) this Tupacalypse (right) This get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh) that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he it What this nigga (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em) I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger (grill em) (Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in (what) We wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it) Relax you better (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh) We ain't tryin to the peace you can go ahead with that (go head) We got desserts macs leave you dead and flat Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber (whatever) Act and get stupid, lets do it Hands up if the DJ put the to ya music and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo Go low and throw faster than Cupid (hey) That's a thug about (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout) So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut mouth) They thought it was over you let the bluccas sprout a few slugs for shouts after the club get out