Audio Push - Grits lyrics

[Chorus: Price] Rock the boat, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits [Verse 1: Price] Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy Choosing on your fella 'cause I remind her of Mandela Jacob on I'm flexing in, but this ain't the Old Testament Oktane, I'm still rapping with I can't tell you where rest them went Damn but I'm still alive, thank the man up high When I'm high, sitting inside my ride I'm still a stand-up guy Look how they come after you when you never bruised Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall Versace on my drawers, like Lavar's sons I ball Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out Picked her up in Carson, we don't f** with Ben Carson VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul Work them hips, stir them grits Country fried, shake that sh** Ah ah ah ah, it's quiet for that hatin' sh** [Chorus: Price] Rock the boat, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits [Verse 2: Oktane] She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip Don't need no Lamborghini just Mustang that's that whip They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that's that sh** We coming in, busting through the line, that's that bliss Smooth n***a with the best flow By the time you get it it's a retro Up down, up down She go up down up down New sound what now? They said they put us on a black list Couldn't tell got back in Now we call that black magic She hit the pole pay the bills I don't judge, don't judge Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds I don't go to no clubs Gotta be somebody birthday Your best day my worst day I dress like it's first day Focus in the work place Put it all in my face Got it all back there girl Don't let it all go to waste Just landed with a fly camera You swerve the ship, I'm a Titanic When I go down, do not panic Take you out your body I'm outstanding [Chorus: Price] Rock the boat, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship Make it hot, stir the grits