Greazy Songtext
von Dirty Wormz
Greazy Songtext
Ha!
Yeah, Dirty Wormz
Smack! Dirty Wormz, yeah
Yeah
It′s the Mr. Wig Split again, real again
'Bout to show you how I do this (Do it, do it!)
Get your adrenaline rushin′ as I start dumpin', start pumpin'
This is heat for the streets, tremendous ass beats
To get you up out your seat, get up on your feet
Beats and bass lines deep, now that′s that grease
It′s the third degree burner with enough flame to perm ya
Backhand these pimps, slap claps that smack like Ike Turner
And it might hurt ya, work ya, serve you the sounds (Yeah, yeah)
Make way for the hounds, we invade your grounds
You in trouble now, we 'bout to set up the shot
Rap, rock, old school hip-hop, this shit is hot
We keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
Come on, get up, it's greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up (Keep 'em up), this is a stick-up
I′m back to kill you with real thrillers
Like Alfred Hitchcock (Hitchcock)
The American badass, watch the kid rock (Kid rock)
Sixteen shot, the verbal Glock known to spit 'em hot
'Bout to invade your spot, like give me what you got
Give it up or get it lifted up, this is a stick-up
So don′t get it twisted up, listen up, motherfuckers!
Don′t make me repeat these words, it's like
Nobody move, somebody′s gettin' hurt
It′s them Dirty Wormz, DWZ, Wayfarer family
And the BHE, we keep it G, keepin' it P-I-M-P
We put the wig on the pig and do it B-I-G
And keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
Come on, get up, it's greasy! Get your hands up
Keep 'em up (Keep ′em up), this is a stick-up
You already know how it get, we keep it greasy as shit
We like to drink, blow trees, and watch porno flicks
We on some shit that′ll get your dome split
Home of the sick, you know how we represent
It's born to be boys, carjackers and computer hackers
Badass kids with grades below average that cut classes
Crooked-ass pastors breakin′ churches' collection plates
Stuffin′ votes on election day, incarcerated upstate
Insurance scammers, payola radio programmers
Dudes with bad attitudes, women who ain't got no manners
And smoke Bruce Banner, the type that like to keep it gutter
Get it hype and start a fight up in this motherfucker
And keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
They gonna be pickin' your ass up, it's greasy!
Get your hands up, keep ′em up (Keep ′em up)
This is a stick-up
It's greasy!
Yeah, Dirty Wormz
Smack! Dirty Wormz, yeah
Yeah
It′s the Mr. Wig Split again, real again
'Bout to show you how I do this (Do it, do it!)
Get your adrenaline rushin′ as I start dumpin', start pumpin'
This is heat for the streets, tremendous ass beats
To get you up out your seat, get up on your feet
Beats and bass lines deep, now that′s that grease
It′s the third degree burner with enough flame to perm ya
Backhand these pimps, slap claps that smack like Ike Turner
And it might hurt ya, work ya, serve you the sounds (Yeah, yeah)
Make way for the hounds, we invade your grounds
You in trouble now, we 'bout to set up the shot
Rap, rock, old school hip-hop, this shit is hot
We keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
Come on, get up, it's greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up (Keep 'em up), this is a stick-up
I′m back to kill you with real thrillers
Like Alfred Hitchcock (Hitchcock)
The American badass, watch the kid rock (Kid rock)
Sixteen shot, the verbal Glock known to spit 'em hot
'Bout to invade your spot, like give me what you got
Give it up or get it lifted up, this is a stick-up
So don′t get it twisted up, listen up, motherfuckers!
Don′t make me repeat these words, it's like
Nobody move, somebody′s gettin' hurt
It′s them Dirty Wormz, DWZ, Wayfarer family
And the BHE, we keep it G, keepin' it P-I-M-P
We put the wig on the pig and do it B-I-G
And keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
Come on, get up, it's greasy! Get your hands up
Keep 'em up (Keep ′em up), this is a stick-up
You already know how it get, we keep it greasy as shit
We like to drink, blow trees, and watch porno flicks
We on some shit that′ll get your dome split
Home of the sick, you know how we represent
It's born to be boys, carjackers and computer hackers
Badass kids with grades below average that cut classes
Crooked-ass pastors breakin′ churches' collection plates
Stuffin′ votes on election day, incarcerated upstate
Insurance scammers, payola radio programmers
Dudes with bad attitudes, women who ain't got no manners
And smoke Bruce Banner, the type that like to keep it gutter
Get it hype and start a fight up in this motherfucker
And keep it greasy! Get your hands up
Keep ′em up, this is a stick-up
They gonna be pickin' your ass up, it's greasy!
Get your hands up, keep ′em up (Keep ′em up)
This is a stick-up
It's greasy!
Writer(s): Alfredo Alejandro Vallejo, Alejandro Alfredo Vallejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

