Grits Lyrics by Roots, The

Grits Lyrics

    Yo malik blunt
    [b] whassup?
    Tell me how you like your grits man
    [b] man i like all kinds of grits son
    I just don't like them sticky grits
    Word, that was trippy
    Whassup with you black thought man, wassup?
    [t] word, organix, groovy stew grits
    With cheese, and mad honey
    That ain't nuttin man!
    [t] that's the grits that needs cash man!
    I like my grits with sugar man
    [b] i like them with butter
    Sweet and smooth man

    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it
    I can tell another bout real grits getters
    Gettin grits y'all (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another bout real grits getters
    (dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another bout real grits getters
    (dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another about the real grits getters
    (yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another bout the grits getter

    [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
    With 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 skitz-in, not this kid, because i switched in
    Flipped in, 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

    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another about the real grits getters
    (yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    * repeat 4x w/ minor variations *

    [malik blunt]
    Yeah i likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it
    To be specific i won't like 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 worm on noah's ark
    But if i happen to see a spark, i umm, parks my bark
    Guess i haves to rest my num before 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 entered from the center
    Is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when i bust
    Or i thrust, mid-atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic
    Sometimes they panic like i'm diggin on a planet
    I don't gotta beama or a jetta, ?c-ka-reama alla netta?
    Malik is the sleek grits, getter

    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another about the real grits getters
    (yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    * repeat 4x w/ minor variations *

    [brother ?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 it 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

    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another about the real grits getters
    (yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    * repeat 4x w/ minor variations *

    Yo man, what about me man?
    * everybody clowns *
    Yo man, just pass your grits down man
    (you needs to eat gerber man)

    [kid crumbs]
    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 like 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

    Who gets the grits? (say what?) bust it, let a
    Brother tell another about the real grits getters
    (yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
    * repeat 4x w/ minor variations *

    * talking to fade *

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