Lyrics:
think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree
And fallin on top of me
Back on my feet
As I began my face
Put
eye like niggaz is eatin, I'm splittin the pies
Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine
Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms
Yeah,
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably old
I know my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeah
Who gon'
on for my city
Puttin' on for my team
We gettin' down nitty gritty
But the kicks still clean
It's always red vs blue
But I'm after the green
Check one two
she can call shawty tricky
And aint lil kids we hit that door we gettin busy to the nitty gritty
Spend a lil money and get back that bread baby
We gonna
much beer to even mermit my fear
I'm always shinin light bright cause my mind is clear
I got the crisp vocal tone for the world to hear
I flash a grin
down
Got my dough up
N PO'd down
Got sowed up
And touched down
Comin from the city wit no pity
Where the people of committee
Yea we nitty with
can't seem to shake of the shackles
The truss designed to trap their minds
Aren't broken by natural muscles
I love Him
I love Him
I love Him
Now let's get down to the nitty gritty
Is God really really real?
My mind grows weary
Don't know how to feel
Im tired of my will to fight
And I give
Yeah, it's about that time
Always gotta clear my mind
Seen a couple different faces
Some long other shorter phases
Seems like I'm always chasing
solo
If my Brothers don't Mind.
Stick out my tongue and I'm bout
Ready to hit this nitty, gritty,
Bitty with persistence
Yo, I don't think ya'll hear me
on people now
I like the sound of funky music
My mind is singing
Everybody sing it sing it
I like it
'Cause funky music sho nuff turn me
my fire
All: Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka
Freddie: Feeling's nitty-gritty
Larry: Sound is in the city too
Rose: Music's still
I just wrote an essay on The Crucible for the last time ever in my life
So we're gonna recap the story before we go into the nitty gritty of what I
Stayed down in the nitty gritty
Then came up with my Homie
I got a lot of money and a lot
Of fame but never changed up on my Homie
She wanna fuck
let's get to the nitty gritty'
'me and Mike, two months, Trump, Atlantic City'
yo, you got this you gonna bust dude up
yeah, you can be my trainer word
you sayin? you tryin' to solve 'em?'
'forget the small talk let's get to the nitty gritty' 'me and Mike, two months, Trump, Atlantic City'
Yo, you
finger licking licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you want to dip your
to hear it
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitar scratchin'
Then
gritty hick we'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple make you wanna soak your hickory stick, that's rigth
Because my man has a grip
Violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
But when you hear the scratch of the guitar scratchin'
Then you'll know that the rhythm carries all the action, so
No time
For sleep
On top
Of slingin
Stinky green
Bushes of
Goodness
Looking at magazines
My team is cookin
The scene was tooken
By
Storm
limits to the things we could do
And I made this record for you's, and a we can break it down
To the nitty gritty one time, and when it comes
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