Grip Grand - Jive Turkeys lyrics

What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust And leave you with just enough stress to cuss Ooh trouble, two's a couple, three's treacherous And got you open like the high seas Hoping like deez for the squeeze on live G's Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it's murky Jerky, come on work with me See how she's t**ng the skirt with tits perky A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance And let 'em rot, I'm like, not a chance, hot pants!" Run feet, and keep from off front street That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that's for under sheets Creep on secret missions, peep it Or else be in some deep sh**, with more fishes to sleep with