XP (Producer) - Grandma's House lyrics

This is a story of a boy This is a story of a boy who became a man This is a story of a man who endured a struggle This is my story [Hook]: I don't give a f** I do a thou-wow then I'm up and down To break that sh** and weigh that sh** distribute sh** out Grandma's house Everyday at the block with the chop in my coat Always been always be all my life, always dope [X2] I know how real it is ho That's why I make people feel the hook, man Where would we be without our Grandmas? A lot of our Grandma's was our Mamas [Verse 1] Close your eyes and imagine the south Little black boy at his Grandma's house Count stacks for a quarter of an ounce Trying to get the brand new Jordans came out Trying to get the candy paint Chevy up out Bills paid shop say it cost three thou It'll be worth it when I hit the block Haters gonna hate, but the women gon' jock Barely sixteen with a dope man dream Since thirteen with a flea market ring Me and my brother buying fake-a** gold Trying to impress them fake-a** hoes Y'all n***as know y'all seen it before Up real late with your Grandma's plate Praying to god she don't hear that scrape Praying to god that she don't wake --If she catch me serving hard It's gon' break my Nana's heart So I take them nicks I cut 'em quick and hit the boulevard-- That yay and a K on MLK Hail from the four but I'm known in the trey k**er from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK That was my life circa nine trey You should see the fat black boy today Wear more Polo than Kanye Marry me a big booty cutie like Jay Hood boss, n***a, do sh** my way f** I care what a critic got to say? f** they know about Atlanta though? f** they was at in '94? [Hook] [Verse 2] Close your eyes and imagine the south Couple new cars at my Grandma's house Everything I wear tailor-made or Ralph Every woman on my team is stout Every n***a on my team about Getting to the money Getting to the paper Getting out the west side into Decatur We pumped base like Cerwin Vegas We rolled trees in a car I'm seeing Vega(???) Nineteen the street king took trips to Vegas Served 18 before I hopped that plane Landed in Vegas and copped that Jane Rented a Benz and switched that lane My Cali b**h she broke that brain Hit her from the back and bent that frame My life dope --Straight Cocaine-- Hit the town my pockets fat Seven hours later lost seven stacks Left the dice alone did Black Jack A few 21s brought the seven back But luck is a lady we know that And sometimes that ho hold back When I needed her most that b**h got ghost I lost them seven plus four back --Staring at heaven like I lost eleven you should have seen your n***a's faaace The OG was with me and he dropped fifty we laugh about it to this daaay-- Told the young 'un, "I knew you would grow to be a G in this game Because the next day your wife came with thirty bands on a plane" [Hook] [Verse 3] Close your eyes and imagine the south Bentley GT at my Grandmama house Ain't worried about what the law talk about Because I went legit, the game I'm out Built my own company like Eazy-E We Ruthless my n***a, the G to the T --Grandmama told me to slow my roll Stack my money pay child support I smiled and said, "Look Mama, I know But them women are still gon' be at my throat.-- No matter what Mama they gon' want some more Mad they can't have a n***a no more" Disturbing my life, threatening my wife One of them tried to stick me with a knife Knocked her a** out and threatened to k** her My Grandmama told me the devil was in her She told me, "Young 'un just stay away from her Don't talk to her brother, don't talk to her Mama Let her get her mind right really quick" I kicked her a** out like 50 did Huh... I'm still the sh** 99 problems and not one b**h Will ever take a young player off his grind When I grab my dick, see my pinkie shine... [Hook]