Nitty Gritty

Lyrics

[Intro] Aaaaaaaw, yeah, y'all know what's up with this right here No playa haters allowed so everybody's not invited So y'all got to keep y'all distance Mind your own, you'll live long Yeah, check me out... [Verse 1] These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed They didn't see me creepin' up from behind they want to be me But I ain't trippin', sippin' on somethin' 90 proof From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to the youth By any means, dreams of bein' a lot more than poor If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for? You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate And real ballers keep they pagers on vibrate Never try to floss and show off your stacking On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos Don't attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies Got they eyes on the whole state of Cali You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it Trying to escape reality, in four minutes... [Chorus] Four minutes of funk Get off your rump Move your bottom off the tree stump Ladies looking pretty, from city to city And now I'm getting down to the nitty gritty From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and get funky while we got 'em... [Verse 2] Gas or cash, ain't no free ride Felony got love comin' from both sides About to blow it up and that's on me, ready to bring it on Man y'all gon' see, oh I tell my homie to give me a refill Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standin' on porkchop hill With the most of my mind gone Just because a youngster wanna get his grind on, fool kill that! I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do? To survive, I got to work for you? Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy Huh, but a real nigga keep it nappy, yeah So I connect With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing along My business straight now the industries about to be dealed Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes [Chorus] Four minutes of funk Get off your rump Move your bottom off the tree stump Ladies looking pretty, from city to city And now we gettin' down to the nitty gritty From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom Come on, Bullet Loc, and get funky while we got 'em... [Verse 3] And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up I'm 'bout to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, never be no coward Keep hittin' your enemy unil they fall y'all And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing Time is just too valuable to be wasting On the independent stroke or to conquer, I'm down with ya Let's put our heads together, now we get richer We got to get it while it's good to get Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat To the end we represent: we in it to win it Trying to escape reality in four minutes [Chorus] Four minutes of funk Get off your rump Move your bottom off the tree stump Ladies looking pretty, from city to city And now we gettin' down to the nitty gritty From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom Come on, Bullet Loc, and get funky while we got 'em...