Grippin’ Grain

Lyrics

[Intro: E.S.G & Slim Thug] 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 what I'm talkin' 'bout, candy coated still puttin' it down Still swangin' and bangin' ha, boys gon' feel us man Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what Fo' sure [Hook: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: E.S.G.] 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, swangin' on the feeder 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, squattin' like a Florida Gator Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar Get the cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars Man my rent cost more, than some boys cars Hit the Boulevard, with the nine in my lap-lap Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: Slim Thug] Now when I come down I be throwing up the North showin' off Six gallons of gloss, on my 7-9 boss I floss the candy green 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 teen'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 out shots 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, froze 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 [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: E.S.G. & Slim Thug] Now when I come down, I be throwing up the South Ice in our mouth, Wreckshop and Swishahouse Ha, 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 Hol up, 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 Uh, and I splurge the Iceberg, and drink gallons of syrup With a Y-2G bird, valeted on the curb See them boppers still boppin', them choppers still choppin' Them tops still droppin', the trunk still poppin' Slim Thug and E.S.G., for the Y2K Man I still got my braids Man I still got my fade, huh [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Outro: E.S.G] Northside, man huh, Southside what Northside, man huh, Southside what