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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - "Grand Finale"
Lyrics to Grand Finale : {*SIREN sounds*} [Intro: Lil John talking] "Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) Its been a long journey getting to this motherfuckin point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What'!) But we done got to the last motherfuckin song niggaz (Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin emcees in the world, givin you that gangsta shit! ITS THE MOTHERFUCKIN GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay) When hereon in the bank shed, dry it til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate Drain and dry in the freezer, its obvious we got weight I said hard work, thats soft work even with wet work Built-in clientele so we aint gotta network (Lets go) We always got work, so we aint gotta get work And if you aint gettin your work from us you bound to get jerked We yayo experts, we been whippin the yola since the crackas decided to take the coke from Coca-Cola Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel Nigga just sound the bell Cant sound the heaters in this game, but the grind Im lovin Nigga we passed all that pushin, man its time for shovin I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves We gonna start exposin off like Farhrenheit 9/11 [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Ima speak clearly cause I dont think they hearin me A nigga only fears gettin charged with conspiracy Ica get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets goin right through ya If you stressin to get buried My niggazll send you back to the essence in a hurry Sippin Crunk Juice, blowin Dutchies in the Chevy Try to figure me out dawg, Im light but Im heavy Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi And yeah, anybodyca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) FEDs dont need no warrants cause yall all informants So I get higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side cause I never lost endurance And its all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry Shit, thats a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And separate them from they jewels, teach em donts and dos I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused All spectators can say is, "This lil niggas a fool" A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge So who guardin who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin gainst ems too unfair Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there Now you know I aint no ', I got ten folk there They aint powerful as the one at the end of your prayer Got you runnin for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin accounted At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there Hollow, television name-dropper reachin for help So I aint gotta say a word, pimp you beatin yaself You gon get what you deserve for disrespectin the game Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name When that other man aint even present And deny it when somebody ask him about it That niggas a lame, you like to lie on the mic Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came Thats the way I remain [Verse 4: Nas] Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune I dazzle em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimers to youngsters Amongst them is me, cant remembers my beefs With who' For what' They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode The inf glow on his clothes and you know its over Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya Try not to lose me, I try not to loseya Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill Cause yall niggaz are losers, dont get comfortable nigga Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, Im the last don Youll ever know so, here you go yall can take these thoughts Anyway Im chargin emcees a late fee cost So when yall done with my style, please break me off But never make Nas mad just in case cross Cause ah, lately yall dont make me happy To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC dont carry [Verse 5: Ice Cube] Who the fuck is that' Its Ice Cube motherfucka Hes a maniac, no Ima fool motherfucka Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka See Im ugly and prettay, Im polished and grittay Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50 See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin with me Cause I got an ego big as TO, but Im not an Eagle Bitch, I roll with Rigo cause gangstas dont dance we boogie I told you motherfuckas Kobe didnt take that pussy Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit Even if the DA is a piecea shit Colorado got movatos, dont eat that shit Another White bitch lyin on thee Black dick I keep it flippin like flapjacks, pimpin like black Lacs Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks So fuckin incredible, Im so fuckin credible No matter what happen, Ill never turn federal And thats my report comin straight from Cali Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin Grand Finale [ Grand Finale Lyrics ]
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