Grip Grand - Aye Aye Aye lyrics

Chorus: Everywhere we go, when they see us they smile They know they gonna see a "Oh!!" they ain't seen in a while So in the street or at a show, all you hear is the sound, they say Aye, aye, aye, it's goin' down Everywhere we go, we get nothin' but pounds They know they gonna see a "Oh!!" that ain't messin' around So in the street or at a show, all you hear is the sound, they say Aye, aye, aye, it's goin' down! Verse 1: If you want it, you can get it I should yell surprise because I'm not what you expected Told ‘em I'm your pusher then I offered you a record Can I talk to you a second? The name is Rec-League, it's time we start wreckin' Yo, I got that one and only I know it's certified because I got that from my homie Yeah, you heard about me ‘cuz I rock that microphon-e While y'all are like baloney I come from San Francisco like I'm f**in' Rice-a-Roni I am nothin' like a loser Lampin' in the motherf**in' sun, it's like Aruba Jamaica, Bermuda, Bahama I smoke Mary J, no more drama All cheers, so the crowd is all ears like Obama I'ma push it to the threshold Higher than my speed is when my foot is to the pedal I gotta keep on pushing, said that I would never settle I want the gold medal ‘Cuz rap nowadays is a cause with no rebels Chorus Verse 2: If you hear it then you'll like it Music that'll make you see the future like a psychic We are superheroes, s**er, you are just a sidekick I'm sharper than a ice pick Tag the microphone with marker and f**in' write "Grip" If you want a wack MC, then don't invite Grip I am strictly illy The only way I'm ever quittin' rap is if they k** me And even then I'll still be A ghostwriter rhymin' on the beat from A Milli When the Rec is in the buildin' We are goin' dumb with one exception—when I'm chillin' Me, I roll a blunt and kick my feet up to the ceiling Dream about a million For now, all I got is a couple of gold fillings On the real, I been proactive When the record drop alotta cats'll say "So that's it? Yeah, it was OK, but on the whole it's no Illmatic." I guess it's not a cla**ic Well, sorry, then I better be out…I gotta practice Chorus Verse 3: You know Grip is not complacent I been makin' moves and makin' music in the basement Watchin' number one while I maneuver to replace it Remix and rearrange it And make it permanent so these haters can never change it I been sittin' on a goldmine Spittin' all these hits the critics didn't wanna co-sign Now I'm gonna hang ‘em out to dry like it's a clothesline Stick ‘em like a rose vine Rec-League rappers say it's no time like go time Credits