Grippin' Grain [Chopped & Screwed Version]
ESG, Deshawn Hill
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E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face Say Slim, what's the deal baby (making this money man) uh-huh, true that true that Check this out, it's going down over here On the South, so I'm bout to come over There on the North and scoop you up We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9 With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K baby Know I'm tal'n bout, candy coated still putting it down Still swanging and banging ha, boys gon feel us man Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Exursion, swang and bang Still gripping grain (Northside man huh, Southside what) See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers Man the game over, when me and Slim pull up You see us flossing on chrome, with the styrofoam cup I got a eight and a liter, swanging on the feeter In the Bentley watching BET, I'm tripping off of Cita Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters Man I need Excursion, or my Navigator My big body Denali, sqauatting like a Florida Gator Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar 50 cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars Man my rims cost more, than some boys cars Hit the Boulevard, with the nine on my lap-lap Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap Now when I come down, I be throwing up the North shwoing off Six gallons of gloss, on my 7-9 Boss I floss the candy cream gleam, when I pull on the scene My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean My drop top is a supreme, king of a young team's dream Like a diamond it bling-bling, when it's hit with sun beams Shoot more spiders in my ring, when I glide up the block I got a trunk full of knock, about to bust air shocks I'm shutting down the parking lot, when you see me ride See me sitting high with pride, sliding on the buck hide Looking pretty, on a tour all across my city Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney From the North to the South, we gon represent I'm getting bent behind tint, pros by the air vent I spent a lot of cash to shine, but it came in handy Cause like a child, Slim Thug is so in love with candy huh Now when I come down, I be throwing up the South Ice in our mouth, Wreckshop and Swishahouse We got the braids and fades, and ride 4's and blades Looking laid in the 'Sacci, or the Gucci shades Candy red smash, syrup make you lean fast 19 with screens, playing Sega Dreamcast That candy blue or that green, gon keep our slab looking clean Watching a movie on my screen, when I pull on the scene In the new Coupe, chunk the deuce out the hoo-doo Taper fade playa made, Iceberg or FUBU And I splurge the Iceberg, and drink gallons of syrup With a why-2G bird, valeted on the curb See them boppers still bopping, them choppers still chopping Them tops still dropping, the trunk still popping Slim Thug and E.S.G., for the Y2K Man I still got my braids Man I still got my fade, huh Northside man huh, Southside what - 2x
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