Lyrics:
di club door, bombs away
Party like a holiday
Jersey out but me no play, this is not di NBA
Mr mix weed wid Craven A, orange juice and Tanqueray
ass
oya woah common grooving in da club
we grooving in da club
Hook:
Grooving in da club
lady shake ya ass
big boys with class don show at last
Yeah im lit
Enghad tond miram engari dige tokhmam nis
Fuck fuck
Sorat gir
Poshtam kos begu miad tuye saret tir
Badge srt ro bayad bezaram ru jeep
Live from the closet, lets go
Lets go back
Let's go back started as a root inside of earth
Got my own suit to fight crime it worked
The gift that
at the mantel where I placed it
hip-hop grew from roots but some emcees never traced it
the oldjacks buckwild and some babies bore their fists
but the crew from
the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten
My neighbor's grass is the hit of the street
But that don't mean mine ain't just as green
I've been comparing shiny new toys
It's just the root
digits
Wasted at the bar while we big chillin, in club penguin
Hard to give a fuck no more, diagnosed with a nunfection
Unsettling methods like squirt guns
killy person wey do me wrong
Cos Charlie
You never know all we've been through
We family for life
Coming from the grass root
Charlie
You never know all
never stand still
Chase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvils
Jaws snorting now and laters, apple, cherry
Grape with green grass roots to
Float
in shit
The better you get, the better we get, and that's it
Yo this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom
Stop em in they tracks,
Bitches throwin' pussy, not even know who I can trust at all
opps be goofy, hidin in the grass, wait for a giant to fall
I had hooper dreams, now
they see us in the club swingin elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?
Hoppin the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through
wanking
Frame my jeans they hangin
I got the the racks in the wagon
I am the one, the block is spun
We got the racks, issa honey bun
Whippin the jeep, no it
The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from
You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
And dig some sounds boomin' out a jeep
Where I'm from, cocoons
The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from
You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
And dig some sounds boomin' out a jeep
Where I'm from, cocoons
and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux
in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
with the Three's Company afro, crack
ability to like surpass a swarm of booty
ass no grass roots having ass mc's with luke warm degrees trying to
get hot like sun rays but save your
comma, love of money is the root of evil and we spending it in both club and steeple, chasing green til we under grass and that green grow on my cemetery,
to the amateurs
Wrappin' ya' sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats want to stand wit' us
They hop in the van wit us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs, now I'm
Dexter talk in third
I had a dream like the speech
Speaking everything I need
Need some time I'm planting seeds
Sun shining, grass green
Yeah
I'm at a good
a Drummer type!
Stay true to my Roots! And they be lying in the booth!
All Things Falls Apart, That's why I stay True!
You should learn from YOU, and who-ever
The hustle's in my heart
The hustle's in my nature
There's hustle in my roots
There's customers on my radar
I ain't referring to any sort
feeling
Life is amazing Oh-yea
Ash drop like candle fat
When the roots man roll up
Spliff hot like tea cup, Well blem, no hiccup
Neck bruk when me
Discuss these Grass Roots Jeep Club Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In