Lyrics to The Lox!
Watch 'em, blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh
Same Glock 40 I been toting since birth
Know what you worth, before you sell your soul for a dollar
And them chips is nachos I need the whole enchilada
I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers
Mode since a toddler stole from the store with my partners
And rode in Impala with the scammers and the robbers
Big banana and the blammer sure to handle any problems
I'm clutching my shit at any sign of funny business
I got this toolie to maneuver thru the monkey wrenches
You can assume my momma been knew that her son a menace
At age 2, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas
Run the slums with misfits jumping fences, niggas dumping biscuits
With the numbers missing bullets humming whistling oh here comes forensics
Police hunt for witness and ain't hear nothing but crickets
Gotta have tunnel vision this jungles vicious
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
Nigga we was in apartments back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses
Now I be having it
Wreaking havoc on any acting like it's some static
Don't care what your status is
Statistician I'm good with them numbers
But I ain't adding up no hooks or no jumpers
Or triple doubles niggas tripping I'm doubling
Triping dubs and fifties and hunnids
Hondale, vamanos
I ain't tryna fight Napoleon Dynamite
Bitch, you know that close, got too much going on
To respond to post from these Twitter thugs
On the net, you like 2Pac on "Hit 'Em Up"
When you see me, "It's Grip, oh shit, it's love
Can my girlfriend get a hug?"
I done seen nigga switch the demeanor
And pick up the nina and flick up in beamers to fit in
But your last album it was kumbiyah
My lord, who is you kidding
Get the shit how you living
I ain't never worried 'bout another nigga pockets
Gripper had to go and get this shit popping
Really wasn't no other option I want the I want the
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
Bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle
But my trouble turned to accomplishments
Hear the talks on the net but some shots at they neck'll
Make hating shit turn into compliments
Think I'm playing you gamble? Aye bet on your life
Fuck it double down twice and come try it then
Let me know if it's beef when we meet in the crease
Of these seats I keep condiments
How you go from having scholarship
To claiming big slime, you better stop that shit
You gotta strap in your hand but I see in your face
That you too scared to pop a zit
Boy y'all be ass backwards
How your pants sagging with no guap just some pocket lint
You know I been running it up
With these pads in the front shit I think I can stop a blitz
Get off your ass and get active, quit acting
Get that mail and rip it out that package
Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic
Once it scaled I make it do gymnastics
Somersault and got it flipping it through traffic
I sold three bows out the door that's a hat trick
Counted me out but I still made it happen
Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it nigga, cause
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
Same Glock 40 I been toting since birth
Know what you worth, before you sell your soul for a dollar
And them chips is nachos I need the whole enchilada
I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers
Mode since a toddler stole from the store with my partners
And rode in Impala with the scammers and the robbers
Big banana and the blammer sure to handle any problems
I'm clutching my shit at any sign of funny business
I got this toolie to maneuver thru the monkey wrenches
You can assume my momma been knew that her son a menace
At age 2, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas
Run the slums with misfits jumping fences, niggas dumping biscuits
With the numbers missing bullets humming whistling oh here comes forensics
Police hunt for witness and ain't hear nothing but crickets
Gotta have tunnel vision this jungles vicious
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
Nigga we was in apartments back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses
Now I be having it
Wreaking havoc on any acting like it's some static
Don't care what your status is
Statistician I'm good with them numbers
But I ain't adding up no hooks or no jumpers
Or triple doubles niggas tripping I'm doubling
Triping dubs and fifties and hunnids
Hondale, vamanos
I ain't tryna fight Napoleon Dynamite
Bitch, you know that close, got too much going on
To respond to post from these Twitter thugs
On the net, you like 2Pac on "Hit 'Em Up"
When you see me, "It's Grip, oh shit, it's love
Can my girlfriend get a hug?"
I done seen nigga switch the demeanor
And pick up the nina and flick up in beamers to fit in
But your last album it was kumbiyah
My lord, who is you kidding
Get the shit how you living
I ain't never worried 'bout another nigga pockets
Gripper had to go and get this shit popping
Really wasn't no other option I want the I want the
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
Bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle
But my trouble turned to accomplishments
Hear the talks on the net but some shots at they neck'll
Make hating shit turn into compliments
Think I'm playing you gamble? Aye bet on your life
Fuck it double down twice and come try it then
Let me know if it's beef when we meet in the crease
Of these seats I keep condiments
How you go from having scholarship
To claiming big slime, you better stop that shit
You gotta strap in your hand but I see in your face
That you too scared to pop a zit
Boy y'all be ass backwards
How your pants sagging with no guap just some pocket lint
You know I been running it up
With these pads in the front shit I think I can stop a blitz
Get off your ass and get active, quit acting
Get that mail and rip it out that package
Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic
Once it scaled I make it do gymnastics
Somersault and got it flipping it through traffic
I sold three bows out the door that's a hat trick
Counted me out but I still made it happen
Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it nigga, cause
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect
Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next
I'm at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box, keep a pole for the ops
