| Song | The Grill |
| Artist | Juga-Naut |
| Artist | Giallo Point |
| Album | Back to the Grill Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
| 作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
| BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| I guess it’s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
| invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
| the breast with the rump | |
| That’s the dinner duck, killer look | |
| dressed to the nines when I’m in the cut | |
| Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
| Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
| swing hard like I’m Dillas son, the illest one | |
| Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
| My bill of rights, it’s unite, what you living like? | |
| I’m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
| Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
| You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
| im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
| The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
| Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
| Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
| what’s that? That’s a trillion | |
| Off Rap, facts, tax that’s a million | |
| my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
| Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
| silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
| Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
| That’s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
| Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
| back to the race again, talk about race again | |
| A lot rap fans are racist men, That’s don’t | |
| make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
| They can’t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
| My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
| Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
| the juice of the goose | |
| Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
| Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |
| zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
| BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| I guess it' s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
| invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
| the breast with the rump | |
| That' s the dinner duck, killer look | |
| dressed to the nines when I' m in the cut | |
| Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
| Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
| swing hard like I' m Dillas son, the illest one | |
| Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
| My bill of rights, it' s unite, what you living like? | |
| I' m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
| Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
| You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
| im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
| The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
| Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
| Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
| what' s that? That' s a trillion | |
| Off Rap, facts, tax that' s a million | |
| my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
| Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
| silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
| Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
| That' s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
| Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
| back to the race again, talk about race again | |
| A lot rap fans are racist men, That' s don' t | |
| make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
| They can' t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
| My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
| Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
| the juice of the goose | |
| Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
| Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |
| zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
| BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| I guess it' s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
| The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
| invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
| the breast with the rump | |
| That' s the dinner duck, killer look | |
| dressed to the nines when I' m in the cut | |
| Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
| Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
| swing hard like I' m Dillas son, the illest one | |
| Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
| My bill of rights, it' s unite, what you living like? | |
| I' m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
| Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
| You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
| im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
| The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
| Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
| Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
| what' s that? That' s a trillion | |
| Off Rap, facts, tax that' s a million | |
| my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
| Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
| silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
| Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
| That' s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
| Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
| back to the race again, talk about race again | |
| A lot rap fans are racist men, That' s don' t | |
| make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
| They can' t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
| My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
| Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
| the juice of the goose | |
| Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
| Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |