Roots - Grits Lyrics
Yo malik blunt[b] whassup?Tell me how you like your grits man[b] man I like all kinds of grits sonI just dont like them sticky gritsWord, that was trippyWhassup with you black thought man, wassup?[t] word, organix, groovy stew gritsWith cheese, and mad honeyThat aint nuttin man![t] thats the grits that needs cash man!I like my grits with sugar man[b] i like them with butterSweet and smooth manWho gets the grits? (say what? ) bust itI can tell another bout real grits gettersGettin grits yall (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another bout real grits getters(dig it, the grits getters get the grits yall)Who gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another bout real grits getters(dig it, the grits getters get the grits yall)Who gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another about the real grits getters(yeah, the grits getters get the grits yall)Who gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another bout the grits getter[black thought]Now me, Im out to get the grits, more than a little bitIf I said, dont get it black, you know Id be a hypocriteLevels often fluctuate to surplus from deficitRated with the x, is the x-tra x-plicit gritsI, slides, and, slips, and, dives, and, dipsInto it, it being grits that I gets like a quakerBut take the raincoats, for the oatsWhen you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slowWith butter, you slip up in the grits and make em otherSome people call it skins but, grits is the other termThat you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoopI get a little ends but, never spends lootFor the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laughSo they giggle for the grits and, when they get closeThey start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched inFlipped in, changed the position that I hits in-sideI glide, words cant describe, how I move beLike, hittin a doobie, thoughtll get ya groovy, so!Yo black, heres a bit of advice:Your wifes nice so you better keep the girls awayFrom the grits getterWho gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another about the real grits getters(yeah, the grits getters get the grits yall)* repeat 4x w/ minor variations *[malik blunt]Yeah I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip itTo be specific I wont like it, so get the ticketFlip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groinsIn other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketchYou, know I use my mark like the worm on noahs arkBut if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my barkGuess I haves to rest my num before the next number to sumBut so I cant slumber or sleep, my shovels diggin deepPeep this hick whose name was vickieGettin tricky rather slickyHer performance showed enduranceShe said, me like to licky lickyBody more gracious, or should I say bodaciousTook my order then she sorta served meLike she was a waitressNever will I say that she was tastelessMaker of the pastry, sos I calls her pastressStill enthused, cause I got my cruise onP-o-l-o blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes onProtection, against infectionErect projections travels south in your mouthLike a dentist checked in, commence to be intentShe said, I cant understand you, but damn you like princeI make it feel like a zulu, from honoluluBy the way she roll away like a dog who name was ubuThey also said the way I entered from the centerIs adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bustOr I thrust, mid-atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenicSometimes they panic like Im diggin on a planetI dont gotta beama or a jetta, ? c-ka-reama alla netta?Malik is the sleek grits, getterWho gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another about the real grits getters(yeah, the grits getters get the grits yall)* repeat 4x w/ minor variations *[brother ? uestion]I would be lyin if I told you I could notPrepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickieHumans get picky, and judge it by the thicknessBut if it bends your spoon then add some butter with the quicknessI might get a bit smoother, if you move it to aBetter, position, thats probably what she wishinYou can add some groovy spices, to give it extraBut my advice is to first let it simmerHot, if its hot then let the pot sit and coolCause if you spill your milk, we label you beginnerHumans gotta know, that I keep my bowl, full of gritsSwingin with their daughters while their parents throwin fitsTellin me to change my diet plan, to bran cerealOr rice, I tried that twice, it didnt workIn fact, it made my milk kinda sourHalf and half, part creamer, and skeemerThats why if its grits then it gotta be organicCause if its artificial, I panicWho gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another about the real grits getters(yeah, the grits getters get the grits yall)* 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 yaA plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail yaDaughter or your sister, the younger skins elixirKick a cat, but I wont like a cat, Ill figureId rather, play the thigh kisser, sister,I dont die swift, and yo Im not a quitterSo umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and traceMy way to the right nip and left nip then sipSimilac, until my jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hatsFrom the back, then flee, to the next blockTo knock off socks, yo you know my propsSo father, dont botherCause once the grits is hot, yo theyre good as gotWho gets the grits? (say what? ) bust it, let aBrother tell another about the real grits getters(yeah, the grits getters get the grits yall)* repeat 4x w/ minor variations ** talking to fade *
