Grimey Lyrics by N.O.R.E.

Grimey Lyrics

    [Noreaga]
    Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker
    Thugged out nigga (Grimey)
    Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
    Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
    This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey)
    Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
    Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
    Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey)
    Yo, yo, yo

    It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga
    I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory
    It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
    These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
    Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
    Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
    I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets
    And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
    In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy
    This year I'll bring the shit home to his family
    Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive
    Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe
    See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what
    And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck
    I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
    Wanna drink every bottle I sip

    [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
    Nigga when that heat, is bustin off
    And the ambulance come, and rush you off
    And the witness like - we don't know dem boys
    Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
    Then we resume, hangin with stars
    Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars
    Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law
    Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

    [Noreaga]
    Yo, yo
    I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech
    We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche?
    It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach
    Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least
    Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it
    Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it
    Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.!
    You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow
    Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck
    Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck
    Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up
    Since you, seem so tense release the mutts
    I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
    Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
    Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
    Money we got it but still try and feel more

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)]
    Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey)
    Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey)
    Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey)
    Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey)
    93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey)
    Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey)
    Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)
    Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey)

    [Noreaga]
    You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable
    We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable
    Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it
    Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick
    Just me and shorty, late night in the park
    And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart
    Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart
    See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz
    We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz
    We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz

    [Bridge]

    [Pharell Williams]
    Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

    [Chorus]

    [Noreaga]
    Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
    This shit is serious (Grimey)
    (Grimey) (Grimey)
    (Grimey) (Grimey)..

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