The Grain Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

The Grain Lyrics

    ft. RZA

    Do you wanna see it?
    Do you wanna see it?
    I'm gonna do it for ya
    I'm gonna do it for ya
    I'm gonna do it for ya
    I'm gonna do it for ya

    New Ghostface!

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo deep in the trenches
    Wig, young black green beret
    Chrome laser guns blazing at spades
    Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid
    10 niggas call it Tai-Chi
    Black blades, one hundred dollar seats
    Hold up, we at the opera
    Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg
    Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper
    Chunky ass necklace
    Must be her birthstone
    John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome
    Told ya eyes up on her prince
    Fucking with Diana
    Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White
    Fingering Pamela Lee
    We on the balcony
    Dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me
    Somebody might catch a Kennedy
    Yo let me adjust my lens
    Through these binoculars
    I paid 5 g's sliding off like Kid Vitamin
    Patriot of Broad Street
    Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen

    Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark
    With the Benz parked
    Up against the boulevard
    Starks had the bone sparked
    One cop tapped the window glass
    Like a cymbal crash,
    "What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?"
    He flashed his badge,
    "License and registrations"
    At that moment
    His fat partner started chasin'
    Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin'
    For snatching gold
    Trying' to dip into the god's basement
    Our location
    Lead steel shed spread
    Cracked shorty head
    Left sweetie there for dead
    Ghetto poodles
    Fingers sticky from cheese doodles
    Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles
    Neighborhood sick wit' it
    Clinton 'bout to cut WIC
    Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politic
    Reach for the sky
    They throw bleach in your eye
    Don't teach you why
    You be keeping 'em high
    Dipped like an Oreo cookie
    In cold milk, bold silk
    Gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat,
    Low tilt
    True Islamic
    We speak verbal rhyme phonics
    Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics?

    Don't go against the grain (the grain)
    Don't go against the grain (the grain)
    Don't go against the grain (the grain)


    Because of you I'm hurting
    Within my within my heart
    I know it's not right to be flirting
    But a relationship has to start
    You're the one that I'm clocking
    It's time for you to start jocking
    Don't want you to see me cry
    This is why this is why this is why

    I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder

    Hey yo god don't fuck with her!

    I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz

    Hey yo lord don't fuck with her!

    I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina

    Hey yo kid don't fuck with her!

    Yea that girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat

    Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her!