Kutt Calhoun - Grin on My Grill lyrics

[Intro: Greed] When you see me smiling Just know that that's a frown turned upside down So that grin on my face That's a plot to come knock your chin outta place [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I got a grin on my grill I grab the mic and stay real We can't be beat We can't be stopped We will not fall [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] A n***a is like, move blood Dude starring at me like he know me with a grin on my grill I simply reply "Dude what? Ain't your name Kutt?" Look y'all it's the B.L.E.V.E. man himself Anyway, I don't want no problems all I'm trying to do is kick it with some b**hes make my way to V.I.P And dude is like cool if I get you and your crew all through that's for you tell me what's in it for me Uhhh, we can make it happen since I am a known rapper rock the mic with no fever understand I keep a burn burn thicky thicky thang thang on if anybody run up a chicky bang bang Gonna everybody is grooving and sweating nude in the flesh real s** like the film on the real And that's me Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun and my man X left with a grin our grill, for real [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Grinning on you motherf**ers Simply cause your b**hes love us Crunk up in the club they pump us If they tripping got them dumpers Eeny meeny miny hoe We get them b**hes back to the MO and then we (Uhhh!) Tear the p**y down yo X-Dash, s** cash, gets a**, wet splash, let's smash, that's bad No it ain't, breast blast, Tech's had, flesh flash Rolling with X, Krizz and Kutty with a grin on my grill Look a my contract ain't nothing but sin on my deal Been on my meal-ticket chase I been all my bills Calling my publishing company like when I'm on my skrill One of the, fathers of rap, hard as a gat Rolling with mexicans who ride in the car with a bat Got you stuck off in the middle trick You can tell that she cheating on you by the red dot on your pillow b**h! [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] [Verse 3: X-Dash] I'm a lock and load soldier, rock and roll culture Strange representitive optical scorcher Photo fies phenomenon optical torture Full equipped and got a pump like the black vulture You can say that Kansas City won't shine And that we never gonna make it that we wasting our time Your girlfriends bumping us your tasting our rhymes You biting your tounge off and standing in line to buy tickets to the next show X rolls, X knows Tech and Kutt so let's go Venta aqui mammi, I wreck homes Sending you the videotape of her dome Grin on my grill, hand on my co*k I haven't even sold a unit and you run on my jock Now that I'm giving you my music it's a matter clock Tick tock, tick tock [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] [Outro: Greed] Yo we can't be beat, touched or stopped This is Greed, another devious seed Keep it keeblur