Bun B - Grippin' the Grain (Remix) lyrics

(Bone Crusher) AttenCHUN! (Intro - Bone Crusher [Bun B]) BC: Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone (This line repeats 4X) BB: Break Em' Off (4X) That Grippin' the Grain remix Break Em' Off in here UGK in here Lil' Flip in here We all in here, know what I'm talking about (Chorus 2X - Bone Crusher) Grippin' The Grain From the front to the back Can you feel my wolfers bang? Coming down bumping, knocking pictures off the wall (Verse 1 - Bone Crusher) 87 while I'm gripping the grain Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man I'm so fresh, my n***a you didn't know Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor What's y'all b**hes talking about, you n***as ain't hardcore This here the major don Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump (Chorus 2X - Bone Crusher) (Last line in verse 1 run through 1st line in chorus) (Verse 2 - Bun B) Yeah! It's Bun B, that underground king on top of ground In that Cadi slabbed out with rags out and it's down Chromey belts, buckles and blades that chop up and pound See the Neon in my trunk when I'm popping surround You be sipping on that oil, you dip off in that foil Put that water in the pot, watch me whip it when it boil PA I'm staying loyal, I keep letting them hang Until they free that Pimp C, Steven Jackson get the rain We gonna be.. (Chorus 2X - Bone Crusher) (Verse 3 - La Chat) I'm riding I - 85, big body Benz with spinning tires Bubbling eye signals on the mirror, when I turn the ride And the inside is just plushed out, wood grain and leather Clothes like feathers, navigational system ready to go where ever Ain't that clever, TV's in the backs of the head rests of the seats Plus that beat, you can hear the words of twist when I'm rolling down the streets So beep beep, let me have a lot of room while I'm switching my lanes Fast like a train, styling and profiling while I'm grippng the grain, we.. (Chorus 2X - Bone Crusher) (Verse 4 - Lil' Flip) Well I'm gripping the grain and flippng the caine, keeping my pockets fat I got dubs on my Jag, screens on my Cadillac I pack a gat, n***a take it cause it ain't no time for wasting Got a tech on my lap, plus a nine by the Play Station I riding high, getting bent, smoking weed, pa**ing by Even when I'm just chilling, I still dress fly I'm a pimp until I die, I'm putting it down for Break Em' Off So if you ain't riding 20's, you got to take them off Cause you looking sh**ty boy, cause I run your city boy With Big Goon, Pastor, and my n***a Tity boy We came to get it crunk, so fire up the slunt And if that n***a talking sh**, he will get jumped But I just came to chill, I ain't trying to have a fight I'm trying to show you n***as how a pimp turn out a dyke I do this every night, motherf**er how you feel From the land of the trill, the youngest one with a deal I'm Lil' Flip (Chorus 2X - Bone Crusher)