The Roots - Grits lyrics

Yo Malik Blunt (B) Wha**up? Tell me how you like your grits man (B) Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son I just don't like them sticky grits Word, that was trippy Wha**up with you Black Thought man, wa**up? (T) Word, organix, groovy stew grits with cheese, and mad honey That ain't nuttin man! (T) That's the grits that needs cash man! I like my grits with sugar man (B) I like them with bu*tER Sweet and smooth man Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it I can tell another bout real grits getters Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another bout real grits getters (Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all) Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another bout real grits getters (Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all) Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getters (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another bout the grits getter (Black Thought) Now me, I'm out to get the grits, more than a little bit If I said, "Don't get it Black," you know I'd be a hypocrite Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit Rated with the X, is the X-tra X-plicit grits I, slides, AND, slips, AND, dives, AND, dips into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker But take the raincoats, for the oats When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow with bu*ter, you slip up in the grits and make em other Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term that you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop I get a little ends but, never spends loot for the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laugh so they giggle for the grits and, when they get close they start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched in flipped in, changed the position that I hits in-side I glide, words can't describe, how I move be like, hittin a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so! Yo Black, here's a bit of advice: your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away from the grits getter Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getters (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) * repeat 4X w/ minor variations * (Malik Blunt) Yeah I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it To be specific I won't like it, so get the ticket Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch You, know I use my mark like the worm on Noah's Ark But if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my bark Guess I haves to rest my num before the next number to sum But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin deep Peep this hick whose name was Vickie Gettin tricky rather slicky Her performance showed endurance She said, "Me like to licky licky" Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious Took my order then she sorta served me like she was a waitress Never will I say that she was tasteless Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on Protection, against infection Erect projections travels South in your mouth like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince" I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu They also said the way I entered from the center is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bust or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin on a Planet I don't gotta Beama or a Jetta, ?C-ka-Reama alla netta? Malik is the sleek grits, getter Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getters (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) * repeat 4X w/ minor variations * (BROther ?uestion) I would be lyin if I told you I could not prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness But if it bends your spoon then add some bu*ter with the quickness I might get a bit smoother, if you move it to a better, position, that's probably what she wishin You can add some groovy spices, to give it extra But my advice is to first let it simmer Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner Humans gotta know, that I keep my bowl, full of grits Swingin with their daughters while their parents throwin fits Tellin me to change my diet plan, to bran cereal Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work In fact, it made my milk kinda sour Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic Cause if it's artificial, I panic Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getters (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) * repeat 4X w/ minor variations * Yo man, what about me man? * everybody clowns * Yo man, just pa** your grits down man (You needs to eat Gerber man) (Kid Crumbs) Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir Kick a cat, but I won't like a cat, I'll figure I'd rather, play the thigh kisser, sister, I don't die swift, and yo I'm not a quitter So umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and trace my way to the right nip and left nip then sip Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hats from the back, then flee, to the next block to knock off socks, yo you know my props So father, don't bother Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getters (Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all) * repeat 4X w/ minor variations * * talking to fade *