Grippin the Grain
AttenCHUN
Grippin' the grain
From the front, to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang?
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front, to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang?
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
87, while I'm gripping the grain
Pimpin' is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know
Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep beneath your floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, y'all niggas ain't hardcore
This, here y'all, the Major Don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump
Grippin' the grain
From the front, to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang?
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front, to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang?
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
I've got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's don't have to be, some 20's just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips, it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chromed up in it
The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', I'm still makin tha beats around the place
It don't matter whether from tha chop shop, I'll show you blow
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these haters know we
Grippin' the grain
From the front, to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Al Pine, won'tcha keep stompin'
And if you feel it, baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swervin'
Observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats, we keep servin'
Now they grabbin' the ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly
Tell me somethin', fresh, ya heard me?
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang?
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back?
Can't you feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Niggaz pimpin' through tha streets, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor store
Brown and beige goods, like some sweet potato pie
Mind's so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby, Marc, comin' down
From them bows to tha wheels, blowin' dro, feelin' drilled
To them hoes, they then feel
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can't feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can't you feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can't feel my woofers bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
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