THE ROOTS

THE ROOTS - Grits lyrics

Yo Malik Blunt

Tell me how you like your grits man

I just don't like them sticky grits

Word, that was trippy

Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?

with cheese, and mad honey

That ain't nuttin man!

I like my grits with sugar man

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

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 butter, 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)

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)

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 butter 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)

Yo man, what about me man?

? everybody clowns ?

Yo man, just pass your grits down man

(You needs to eat Gerber man)

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)

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