| Song | Grill Em |
| Artist | JR Writer |
| Album | History in the Making |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brito, Delgiomo, Zayas | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don't stop | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) | |
| This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz | |
| Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill | |
| Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel | |
| Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it) | |
| Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker) | |
| Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra) | |
| But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what) | |
| And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter | |
| Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer (queer) | |
| Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared (scared) | |
| If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in here | |
| And that shit match ya gear (grill em, grill em) | |
| This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope) | |
| This is for those stone cold playa haters | |
| Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place | |
| And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh) | |
| See I be on my D-I-P | |
| Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here) | |
| Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I.D. | |
| And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em | |
| [Hook] | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) | |
| This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) | |
| Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don't stop | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| This that mobster shit (right) this Tupacalypse (right) | |
| This that get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh) | |
| This that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch | |
| He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it | |
| What this nigga think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em) | |
| I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em) | |
| (Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in mink (what) | |
| We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it) | |
| Relax you better scrap (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh) | |
| We ain't tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that (go head) | |
| We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and flat | |
| Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever) | |
| Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it | |
| Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music | |
| Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo | |
| Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey) | |
| That's what a thug about (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout) | |
| So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth) | |
| They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout | |
| Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out | |
| [Hook] |
| zuo qu : Brito, Delgiomo, Zayas | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don' t stop | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down down | |
| This that two step we don' t shake or spin around no | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| Verse 1 | |
| This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz | |
| Soon as you get to the lot ock what start to grill | |
| Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel | |
| Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels do it | |
| Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker wrecker | |
| Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra charge me extra | |
| But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers what | |
| And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter | |
| Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer queer | |
| Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared scared | |
| If he talking bout you can' t wear ya hat in here | |
| And that shit match ya gear grill em, grill em | |
| This aint made for playas in the club waving paper nope | |
| This is for those stone cold playa haters | |
| Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place | |
| And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes ohh | |
| See I be on my DIP | |
| Cut you off while you dancing with that PYT come here | |
| Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I. D. | |
| And they won' t let you in that damn V. I. P. Grill em | |
| Hook | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down down | |
| This that two step we don' t shake or spin around no | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don' t stop | |
| Verse 2 | |
| This that mobster shit right this Tupacalypse right | |
| This that get in the club bub and pop some shit huh | |
| This that I' m here right yeah watch ya bitch | |
| He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it | |
| What this nigga think grill em we don' t feel this chimp grill em | |
| I don' t feel this chimp grill em we got bigger nth' s grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em if he dipped in mink what | |
| We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink do it | |
| Relax you better scrap scrap look I keep the piece uhh huh | |
| We ain' t tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that go head | |
| We got desserts macs that' ll leave you dead and flat | |
| Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq whatever | |
| Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it | |
| Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music | |
| Erratic and lose it lose it ohh no whoa yo | |
| Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid hey | |
| That' s what a thug about bout that' s what thuggin bout bout | |
| So that slouch you' s a bad mother shut your mouth | |
| They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout | |
| Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Delgiomo, Zayas | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don' t stop | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down down | |
| This that two step we don' t shake or spin around no | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| Verse 1 | |
| This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz | |
| Soon as you get to the lot ock what start to grill | |
| Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel | |
| Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels do it | |
| Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker wrecker | |
| Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra charge me extra | |
| But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers what | |
| And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter | |
| Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer queer | |
| Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared scared | |
| If he talking bout you can' t wear ya hat in here | |
| And that shit match ya gear grill em, grill em | |
| This aint made for playas in the club waving paper nope | |
| This is for those stone cold playa haters | |
| Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place | |
| And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes ohh | |
| See I be on my DIP | |
| Cut you off while you dancing with that PYT come here | |
| Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I. D. | |
| And they won' t let you in that damn V. I. P. Grill em | |
| Hook | |
| This that get em sound, this that get it down down | |
| This that two step we don' t shake or spin around no | |
| This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck | |
| Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em grill em | |
| Don' t stop, grill em grill em don' t stop, grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em, don' t stop | |
| Verse 2 | |
| This that mobster shit right this Tupacalypse right | |
| This that get in the club bub and pop some shit huh | |
| This that I' m here right yeah watch ya bitch | |
| He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it | |
| What this nigga think grill em we don' t feel this chimp grill em | |
| I don' t feel this chimp grill em we got bigger nth' s grill em | |
| Grill em, grill em if he dipped in mink what | |
| We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink do it | |
| Relax you better scrap scrap look I keep the piece uhh huh | |
| We ain' t tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that go head | |
| We got desserts macs that' ll leave you dead and flat | |
| Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq whatever | |
| Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it | |
| Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music | |
| Erratic and lose it lose it ohh no whoa yo | |
| Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid hey | |
| That' s what a thug about bout that' s what thuggin bout bout | |
| So that slouch you' s a bad mother shut your mouth | |
| They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout | |
| Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out | |
| Hook |