"Intro" lyrics
DJ Drama & Fabolous Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen!
I now welcome you to the Gangsta Grillz
DJ Drama!
You know what this is. Right?
This is that Gangsta Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Ay Fab! They been waitin' on this one!
You see I come from the bottom
But I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty, cus I'm way on the top
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like I stay on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch bet she say I'm on top
I got no paper for slow hoes, so catch up bitch
The best could come to those who wait but I ain't ketchup, bitch
I flip fast as the light switch (Hey!)
That's right bitch (Hey!)
I don't swing at anything just the right pitch
You over ate, you over the plate
Send her over, send her over, I red rover ya date
Tell ya boo-boo don't get koo-koo, don't head over to hate
You know how many people end up dead over their date?
She's a groupie! When I head over it's late
Then pull a Lupe, soon as the head's over I skate
Yeah
I'm kick-pushin (Yes!)
Leave their ass wishin' (Yes!)
I just push for the head, you could say I'm mushin'
Slide on these Nike's with my name in the cushion
Same style as the plane they fly President Bush in
Okay, okay, okay
And I'm gone with the wind
Mixtape bullshit I am on it again, yes
We back baby!
It's Loso
I told you so, so you know so man
Streetfam
The city slicker is back baby (street fididididam)
Ay Drama man
Help me let these mo'fuckers know what's goin' on man (I don't think they know baby)
These niggas is a little slow or somethin' out here (Slap these niggas upside their head)
Finna catch these niggas up real quick
Let's go
This is that Gangsta Grillz
Da, Da, Da Grillz
I mean
It was only right
New year, new money
We had to connect
Why wouldn't we?
They're tryin to compete?
Get the fuck outta here
I ain't gotta tell ya'll niggas my name no more
AMG! Street fididididam
I now welcome you to the Gangsta Grillz
DJ Drama!
You know what this is. Right?
This is that Gangsta Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Da, da, Da Grillz
Ay Fab! They been waitin' on this one!
You see I come from the bottom
But I stay on the top
You might need a ladder shorty, cus I'm way on the top
That's right I'm rich and I'm young like I stay on my top
And if you ask my bottom bitch bet she say I'm on top
I got no paper for slow hoes, so catch up bitch
The best could come to those who wait but I ain't ketchup, bitch
I flip fast as the light switch (Hey!)
That's right bitch (Hey!)
I don't swing at anything just the right pitch
You over ate, you over the plate
Send her over, send her over, I red rover ya date
Tell ya boo-boo don't get koo-koo, don't head over to hate
You know how many people end up dead over their date?
She's a groupie! When I head over it's late
Then pull a Lupe, soon as the head's over I skate
Yeah
I'm kick-pushin (Yes!)
Leave their ass wishin' (Yes!)
I just push for the head, you could say I'm mushin'
Slide on these Nike's with my name in the cushion
Same style as the plane they fly President Bush in
Okay, okay, okay
And I'm gone with the wind
Mixtape bullshit I am on it again, yes
We back baby!
It's Loso
I told you so, so you know so man
Streetfam
The city slicker is back baby (street fididididam)
Ay Drama man
Help me let these mo'fuckers know what's goin' on man (I don't think they know baby)
These niggas is a little slow or somethin' out here (Slap these niggas upside their head)
Finna catch these niggas up real quick
Let's go
This is that Gangsta Grillz
Da, Da, Da Grillz
I mean
It was only right
New year, new money
We had to connect
Why wouldn't we?
They're tryin to compete?
Get the fuck outta here
I ain't gotta tell ya'll niggas my name no more
AMG! Street fididididam
