Grits

Lyrics

[Intro: ?uestion, (Malik B) & Black Thought] Yo, Malik Blunt (What's up?) Tell me how you like your grits, man (Man I like all kinds of grits, son, I just don't like them sticky) What's up with you Black Thought, man, what's up? Word, organic, groovy stew grits with cheese and mad honey That ain't nuttin', man! That's the grits that needs cash, man! (I like my grits with sugar, man, I like them with some butter) Sweet and smooth, man [Hook x4] Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter [Verse 1: Black Thought] Now, me? I'm out to get the grits more than a little bit If I said, "Don't get it, black", you know I'd be a hypocrite Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit Rated with the X is the X-tra X-plicit grits I, slides and slips and dives and dips Into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker But take the raincoats for the oats When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow in butter You slip up in the grits and make 'em other Some people call it skins, but grits is the other term That you gots to learn to keep up on all the scoop I get a little ends, but never spends loot for the wiggle Some immature kids like to laugh so, they giggle For the grits and when they get close, they start skitzin' Not this kid, because I switched and flipped and Changed the position that I hits in-side I glide, words can't describe how I move, be Like hittin' a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so! Yo, black, here's a bit of advice — your wife's nice So you better keep the girls away from the grits getter [Hook x4] Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter [Verse 2: Malik B.] Yeah, I likes to unzip it, strip it to grip it To be specific, I won't lick it so get the ticket Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch You, know I use my mark like the one on Noah's Ark But if I happen to see a spark, I um... parks my bark Guess I has to rest my lumber for the next number to sum But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin' deep Peep this hick whose name was Vickie, gettin' tricky, rather slicky Her performance showed endurance She said, "Me like to licky licky" Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious Took my order then she sorta served me like she was a waitress Never will I say that she was tasteless Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress Still enthused 'cause I got my cruise on P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move, I puts my shoes on Protection against infection Erect projections travels south in your mouth Like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince" I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu They also said the way I enter from the center is adventurous Imprint on you dentures when I bust or I thrust Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schizophrenic Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin' on a Planet I don't got a Bimmer or a Jetta, see Kareem [???] Malik is the slick grits getter [Hook x4] Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter [Verse 3: ?uestion] I would be lyin' if I told you I could not Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie Humans get picky and judge it by the thickness But if it bends your spoon, then add some butter with the quickness I might get a bit smoother if you move her to a better position That's probably what she wishin' You can add some groovy spices to give it extra But my advice is to first let it simmer Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool 'Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner Humans gotta know that I keep my bowl full of grits Swingin' with their daughters while their parents throwin' fits Tellin' me to change my diet plan, to Bran cereal Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work In fact, it made my milk kinda sour Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic 'Cause if it's artificial, I panic [Hook x4] Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter [Bridge: Pazi Plant] Yo, man, what about me, man? *everybody clowns* Yo, man, just pass your grits, man [Verse 4: Pazi Plant] Who gets the grits? Now, let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar To nail ya daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir Kick a cat but I won't lick a cat, I'll figure I'd rather play the thigh kisser, sister I don't die swift and yo, I'm not a quitter So umm... let me place my hands upon that waist and trace My way to the right nip and left nip then sip Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat Grab my pack of hats from the back Then flee to the next block to knock off socks Yo, you know my props, so father, don't bother 'Cause once the grits is hot, yo, they're good as got [Hook x4] Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter