Gripping Grain

(*talking*)<br>What, in this bitch fucking with Z-Ro<br>Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch<br>Yeah, I know y`all hate the way we stare at y`all face<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs<br>With feddy up in my palms, and I show you why I`m the Don<br>Z-Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulder<br>I get you if I owe you, X your file like Scully and Mulder<br>Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass<br>Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain<br>Sit back get it together, take a chill really sit back<br>When I`m on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don`t click-clack<br>I`m thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don`t mind<br>Slapping patches up out your hair, better say better somebody to find<br>Straight up and down and rap flawn, these jackers ain`t on<br>That`s why I skip the slab, and I move straight to foreign<br>Everybody has collided with The Screwed Up Click<br>And when I pick up the mic and I go off, they say how he do that shit<br>I`m a mic wrecker, about to checkmate like checkers<br>A pine breasher, with 25 bags of light green on my dresser<br><br>[Hook]<br>Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain<br>Cause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I`m balling<br>Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn<br>Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling<br><br>[Den Den]<br>Gripping grain on the feeter, switching lanes with Aaliyah<br>Top down low to the ground, car looking completed<br>Balling hard like Kobe, put two inches on tobe<br>Pack a seventeen shot, hope a nigga don`t provoke me<br>Cars they smoking, with herbal incent<br>Mashing horses flipping tortoise, candy up like sip<br>Beat the toll for a dolla, as I smash right under<br>On the passenger of me, riding underground under<br>I ponder in the game, passing laws gripping grain<br>Screens fall like rain, leaving puddles and stains<br>For my grind be major, hit me on two way pager<br>All my tools there`s a later, for a safe place hater<br>So when you see me in them streets, you best bow down<br>I`m gripping grain causing pain, hold it down H-Town<br>Like a king or a chief, I`m blowing endo sweets<br>Saving my change pushing my Range, starched up looking sweet<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon float<br>Got a beach house in Galveston, with woofers on bump<br>And we gon choke on smoke, and swallow drank as we sail<br>Atlantic Ocean the Pacific, man I`m making my mail<br>From selling yale to record sales, to fatten our pocket<br>Murdering motherfuckers on wax, can`t nobody can stop it<br>With the checks and a black X, and a rolex make niggas check<br>Got my nose wide open, smelling nothing but plex<br>I get deep like a dimple, complicated but simple<br>From rags to riches on these bitches, Screwed Up medallion with a symbol<br>Ain`t no mo` chains and pieces, for my nephews and nieces<br>When the record stores get empty, my ass get money increases<br>You can`t walk on my lawn, better leave my Vipor alone<br>Got a house in Sweet Water Texas, Lexus and a pond with a swan<br>They call me a swanga not a diss, I broke up on and made her bitch<br>Now affiliated on a candy coated yacht, eating on shrimp fish<br><br>[Hook]<br>Straight Profit, taking over and you can`t stop it<br>Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we balling<br>Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn<br>Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling<br><br>Gripping grain, grind on and my-my shine on<br>Turning lane