Audio Push – Grits



[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits



Rick Ross – I Think She Like Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
This the fliest shit ever
This that rich forever part 2
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Layin’ in my bed, I’m under these gold chandeliers
Can’t say too many names in here these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice cube lookin’ nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin’
Who else could flip a chorus into 40 million
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
8 felonies, tellin’ me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust really, gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I’m in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I’m fuckin’ so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin’ in the grass
Tom Brady my new nig but you can tell ’em that

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m sexin’ women, I don’t fish her out
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermes
Get my jeweler to decorate the new birds nest
20 million up in Merrill Lynch
I met his chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city, I’m still floatin’ like a magic carpet
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
It’s special once you thinkin’ send your kids to college
Or be a geechi nigga just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, fuck up Ben Carson
And [?], you made a nigga a target
Only one that’s smokin’ up in Goldman Sachs
When I’m the only one that’s rollin’ like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
‘Cause I never put on for the government

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I’m rathful lemon mixed with young Wale, Folarin
Starin’ in my safe, I’m rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga, only two niggas comin’ for me
I park the caddy in my livin’ room
Pussy niggas lookin’ for me, I’ma give it to him
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin’ pool
If her pussy dry, call her beetle juice
I’m baby makin’ in the Malvides
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I’m the fliest nigga on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I’m cashin’ in like the Kardashians
My paralysed homie snuck a ratchet in

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don’t like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin’ this Sprite now, yeah, we might be
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me
‘Cause you never meet another nigga like me
Girl, you never meet another man like me

Injury Reserve – Bad Boys 3 (Floss Album)

[Intro]
(I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my)
(I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my)
I can’t live my, I, I can’t live my
I can’t live my life this way)

[Verse 1: Steppa J. Groggs]
I went from niggas telling me I really shouldn’t rhyme
To dropping a classic album motherfuckers couldn’t find
Bad boy like Will and Martin in ’95
Bad boy, I’m Isiah Thomas in his prime
Yeah, you know it’s Mr. Lackadaisical
Corny motherfucker but my voice sounds amazing though
Shit y’all trying to do, we done done days ago
Chilling in the desert, but you can tell The Bay’s my home
Ya my name is Step and I probably need like twelve of those
Black Tee, A’s fitted, chinos and some shell toes
Been nice since I was wearing baggy ass girbauds
Use to rhyme my shit on The Bart headed to the ‘Sco
All this time passed, feeling better than before
Gone for a minute, falling off hell no
I’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell froze
Ya I’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell froze

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Check it, yo, motherfuck the police
We the new Bad Boys, but that’s a different story
Groggsie might go he drinking 40 after 40
But if I’m goin out I hope I’m going like I’m Kobe
Wassup (yeah), man we look like rap Weezer
But you think it’s all hooks, bring back “Ether”
Stunting all season, got to floss often
Man I’m dressed like Carlton
I’m the black Ben Carson
Wassup, Jesus Christ had dreads so shake ’em
I ain’t got none cause I cut them off, that was dumb
I had to do it like fuck it
The white girls were always like, “Can I touch it?”
Wassup, oh shit, break your neck
This that Busta Bust ’02 chase a check
This that Belly shit, bald fade demand respect
Balotelli shit, I got it but couldn’t give two shits
I can skate on this
I stay on my p’s and q’s like I came from Fig
Got it down to the T cause my name’s legit
Killing it since Motorola Razors paper thin
Wassup