Lyrics:
[The Grouch]
That looks good but what's on the inside?
What's on the other side?
What's on the flip?
Tell me what I get, is it all of what I see?
If
hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
to the clean cut
Blend it with my normal way of life and now I seem stuck
Even when I'm not blue I'm focused and I thank you
For opening that part of my brain I
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
be doin' it for the paper, give a fuck about the clout
And your bitch is super trash, so we calling you the grouch
We callin' you the grouch, your
know niggas rapping about swishas
and shit don't believe in all that
You know what I'm saying?
I hit it man roll it
Oh you got one?
Alright man
be right (you, you, you, you)
No time for games in my life
I just want this thing to be special, special
(Talk about it, ma, I hear you talkin')
On a global scale
I'd rather hear of both sides this tale
(Grrrrrat, tat tat, Hoo)
You see it's not about races
(races, Grrrrrat, tat tat, tat)
Just places,
of pain prolly need some anesthesia wow
Tell you what you wanna hear
You too good to be by yourself
Tell you what you wanna hear
You're better off with
a winner bad
You want the success that I'm finna have
And I'm in it fast, can't count all the mouths I had
Like I slept with Stacy, I did the dash
I'm
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"
When me and my
it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"
When me and my
you, it isn't fair!
I hate Christmas!
People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill
That slushy nonsense makes me ill
I hate
I-I-I-I don't want you to think your body ain't roaring
I just personally think that every pussy is fucking boring
And I know it stings to hear like
outside)
And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
outside)
And to my niggas on the block
On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks
You hear the voices say it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was
and the animosity
Up out the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips 'til it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear
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