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lil jon - grand finale كلمات الأغنية

yeah, yeah, it’s been a long journey gettin’ to
this motherf-ckin’ point of this crunk juice sh-t, what?
but we done got to the last motherf-ckin’ song n-gg-z
and i got five of the hottest motherf-ckin’ emcees in the world
givin’ you that gangsta sh-t, it’s the motherf-ckin’ grand finale

we growin’ doja in the bas-m-nt in that underwater garden
when here on in the bank shed, dry it ’til it harden
make it hash up in the oven, put yayo in the hot plate
drain and dry in the freezer, it’s obvious we got weight

i said, “hard work, that’s soft work even with wet work
built-in clientele so we ain’t gotta network”
we always got work, so we ain’t gotta get work
and if you ain’t gettin’ your work from us you bound to get jerked

we yayo experts, we been whippin’ the yola
since the crackas decided to take, the c-ke from coca-cola
hold the rollers, the king of the trill
the underground as well

you can step in the ring when you feel
n-gg- just sound the bell
can’t sound the heaters in this game
but the grind, i’m lovin’

n-gg- we p-ssed all that pushin’
man it’s time for shovin’
i got the mask, i got the strap, soon as i find the gloves
we gonna start exposin’ off like farhrenheit 9/11

i’ma speak clearly ’cause i don’t think they hearin’ me
a n-gg- only fear’s gettin’ charged with conspiracy
i can get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
wear whatever you want, bullets goin’ right through ya

if you stressin’ to get buried
my n-gg-z’ll send you back to the essence in a hurry
sippin’ crunk juice, blowin’ dutchies in the chevy
try to figure me out dawg, i’m light but i’m heavy

yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi’
and yeah, anybody’ca rock but d-block rock steady
fed’s don’t need no warrants ’cause y’all all informants
so i get higher than new york insurance

try to keep sh-t clean like florence
moved on up on the east side ’cause i never lost endurance
and it’s all real n-gg-z, if i ever get a license to carry
sh-t, that’s a license to kill n-gg-z

i refuse to lose, i rather give these weak dudes the blues
and separate them from they jewels, teach ’em don’ts and do’s
i raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
all spectators can say is, “this lil’ n-gg-‘s a fool”

a short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
better prove, you n-gg-z p-ssy as the moulan rouge
so who guardin’ who, you know who to you know what?
to you know where, goin’ ‘gainst ’em’s too unfair

’cause everywhere you do a show, he got kinfolk there
now you know, i ain’t no? i got ten folk there
they ain’t powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
got you runnin’ for your life without a minute to spare

catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
when i go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
guarantee you nah a real n-gg- breathin’ accounted
at your funeral just your parents and the preacher was there

hollow, television name-dropper reachin’ for help
so i ain’t gotta say a word, pimp you beatin’ ya’self
you gon’ get what you deserve for disrespectin’ the game
any n-gg- with the nerve to say another man name

when that other man ain’t even present
and deny it when somebody ask him about it
that n-gg-‘s a lame, you like to lie on the mic
hide behind fame, i was a g when i came that’s the way i remain

who besides the egyptian walker, f-ckers have a conniption
my existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
i dazzle ’em, like the alderman, billy dee in mahogany, minus the perm
from the tiniest sperm that the mightiest the almighty can muster

project prophet, chronic blockage gives alzheimer’s to youngsters
amongst them is me, can’t remembers my beefs
with who? for what? they screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of kalan gro in pimp mode

the inf’ glow on his clothes and you know it’s over
hammer hit pin, pin hit sh-ll, from the sh-ll the slug gonna chew ya
try not to lose me, i try not to lose’ ya
mamma say, mamma sa mu makasa, fly to cuba

to chill with some politi-kill n-gg-z who ill
’cause y’all n-gg-z are losers, don’t get comfortable n-gg-
say h-llo to mr. bad guy, get that cash par, i’m the last don
you’ll ever know so, here you go, y’all can take these thoughts

anyway i’m chargin’ emcees a late fee cost
so when y’all done with my style, please break me off
but never make nas mad just in case we cross
’cause ah, lately, y’all don’t make me happy
to calm my nerve, i need the herb g.n.c. don’t carry

who the f-ck is that? it’s ice cube motherf-cka
he’s a maniac, no i’ma fool motherf-cka
old school motherf-cka, blow through a motherf-cka
what you heard about a n-gg-, so true motherf-cka

see i’m ugly and prettay, i’m polished and grittay
shoot better than that n-gg- that tried to kill 50
see, n-gg-z get sh-ttay when i come to their city
when i hit the spot that b-tch they like, she commin’ with me

’cause i got an ego big as t o but i’m not an eagle
b-tch, i roll with rigo
’cause gangstas don’t dance we boogie
i told you motherf-ckas, kobe didn’t take that p-ssy

get money, get paid, you can beat that sh-t
even if the d. a. is a piece’a sh-t
colorado got movatos, don’t eat that sh-t
another white b-tch lyin’ on thee black d-ck

i keep it flippin’ like flapjacks, pimpin’ like black ‘lacs
give n-gg-z flashbacks, they sweaty as -ss cracks
when i hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
n-gg-z get out and vanish like star treks

so f-ckin’ incredible, i’m so f-ckin’ credible
no matter what happen, i’ll never turn federal
and that’s my report comin’ straight from cali
ice cube is the sh-t on this motherf-ckin’ grand finale

- lil jon

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