Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer.
Way yonder, over the bridge, way out on the street,
They shouldn't have taste, they out,
Given the circumstances foreseen, coming off my block on your scene,
Now we're potent as X and morphine,
Gonna put a hex, X the whole thing,
Expect rhyme-runners, front-gunners,
Bypass all the chicks that will want us, all their arms overthrown us,
No homo chess on a classic rhyme,
You'll find that my mind is promo, bites of Perry Como,
Move fast, no slow-mo,
Got to be fierce if a heart ever pierced,
These snaps is traps, it's at me here,
These raps, perhaps, will guide me here,
If not for God's divine, I would not be here.
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer,
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer.
We're tight with these,
We're nice with these,
We're trying to get them right with these,
We soul disease, flow with ease,
In other words, we sick with these,
We bang with these,
We slang with these,
Muted gang to chain with these,
We under-see with deeper needs,
Like Christ, we're shedding light with these,
Hate us? - Please back it up,
You might as well pack it up,
We're never leaving, that's what's up,
With no relief for slacking up,
'Cause we write to please God with these,
Bread of life and not for cheese, (for show)
Please everybody, don't need no call,
Know us, know Grits, they tight.
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer,
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer.
Money was tight, pocket's hurting for certain,
Got my cake, right? - Now I'm titan work,
I'm game tight, captain like Kirk,
She wanna spend the night; I'm trying to spin a purse,
Me and being tight - Francs like dollars to purse,
Riding high with dead prayers, call me a hearse,
First will be last, last will be first,
Gotta whip the sway, now they hit me first,
I'm tight grill, too many folds,
My grill tight cause a couple of olds,
I'm tight grill, but he ain't hauling bucks,
'Cause money talks, so I don't really speak much,
My kick's tight, ice-cream galore,
When it's full of ice, shine like a star,
My whip's tight from coat to car,
My Brixtol car, do your snaps, huh.
Go do you snaps,
Throw your shoulders back,
Bob your head,
Throw the prayer.
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer,
Throw that prayer.
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer,
Now if you're tight with these, go do your snaps,
And if you're tight with these, throw your shoulders back,
And if you're tight with these, go bob your head,
And if you're tight with these, go throw that prayer.
