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 e'm)
Don't stop, grill 'em (grill 'em) don't stop, grill 'em
Grill 'em, grill 'em, don't stop
This that get 'em sound (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

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 cuz he tryna charge you extra (Charge me extra)
But next minute he letting in a mob of heifers (What)
And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter
Search and pat ya wear, like a fag and queer (queer)
Give that fag a stare, have that little cracker scared (scared)
If he talkin' 'bout you can't wear ya hat in here
And that shit match ya gear (grill 'em, grill 'em)
This ain't made for playas in the club wavin' 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 (Oh)
See I be on my D-I-P
Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (Come here)
Grill a bartender cuz he wanna see I.D.
And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P.
Grill 'em

This that get 'em sound (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

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 ain't got, hate on 'em cuz 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 'til he spill his drink (Do it)
Relax you better scrap (scrap)
Look I keep the piece (Uh-huh)
We ain't tryna keep the peace you can go ahead with that (Go 'head)
We got Deserts, Macs, that'll leave you dead and flat
Fat to skinny, small to tall dogs, Spud Webb to Shaq (whatever)
Act and get stupid, scrappy let's do it
Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music
Erratic and lose it (lose it) oh 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)
Show that slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth)
They thought it was over 'til you let the bluckers sprout
Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out

This that get 'em sound (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

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Writer(s): Bigram Jr. Zayas, Rusty Brito