Grits

[Intro: ?uestion, (Malik B) & Black Thought]

Yo, Malik Blunt (What's up?)

Tell me how you like your grits, man

(Man I like all kinds of grits, son, I just don't like them sticky)

What's up with you Black Thought, man, what's up?

Word, organic, groovy stew grits with cheese and mad honey

That ain't nuttin', man!

That's the grits that needs cash, man!

(I like my grits with sugar, man, I like them with some butter)

Sweet and smooth, man

[Hook x4]

Who gets the grits? (Say what?)

Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Now, me? I'm out to get the grits more than a little bit

If I said, "Don't get it, black", you know I'd be a hypocrite

Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit

Rated with the X is the X-tra X-plicit grits

I, slides and slips and dives and dips

Into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker

But take the raincoats for the oats

When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow in butter

You slip up in the grits and make 'em other

Some people call it skins, but grits is the other term

That you gots to learn to keep up on all the scoop

I get a little ends, but never spends loot for the wiggle

Some immature kids like to laugh so, they giggle

For the grits and when they get close, they start skitzin'

Not this kid, because I switched and flipped and

Changed the position that I hits in-side

I glide, words can't describe how I move, be

Like hittin' a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so!

Yo, black, here's a bit of advice — your wife's nice

So you better keep the girls away from the grits getter

[Hook x4]

Who gets the grits? (Say what?)

Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter

[Verse 2: Malik B.]

Yeah, I likes to unzip it, strip it to grip it

To be specific, I won't lick it so get the ticket

Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins

In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch

You, know I use my mark like the one on Noah's Ark

But if I happen to see a spark, I um... parks my bark

Guess I has to rest my lumber for the next number to sum

But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin' deep

Peep this hick whose name was Vickie, gettin' tricky, rather slicky

Her performance showed endurance

She said, "Me like to licky licky"

Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious

Took my order then she sorta served me like she was a waitress

Never will I say that she was tasteless

Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress

Still enthused 'cause I got my cruise on

P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move, I puts my shoes on

Protection against infection

Erect projections travels south in your mouth

Like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent

She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince"

I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu

By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu

They also said the way I enter from the center is adventurous

Imprint on you dentures when I bust or I thrust

Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schizophrenic

Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin' on a Planet

I don't got a Bimmer or a Jetta, see Kareem [???]

Malik is the slick grits getter

[Hook x4]

Who gets the grits? (Say what?)

Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter

[Verse 3: ?uestion]

I would be lyin' if I told you I could not

Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie

Humans get picky and judge it by the thickness

But if it bends your spoon, then add some butter with the quickness

I might get a bit smoother if you move her to a better position

That's probably what she wishin'

You can add some groovy spices to give it extra

But my advice is to first let it simmer

Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool

'Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner

Humans gotta know that I keep my bowl full of grits

Swingin' with their daughters while their parents throwin' fits

Tellin' me to change my diet plan, to Bran cereal

Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work

In fact, it made my milk kinda sour

Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer

That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic

'Cause if it's artificial, I panic

[Hook x4]

Who gets the grits? (Say what?)

Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter

[Bridge: Pazi Plant]

Yo, man, what about me, man?

*everybody clowns*

Yo, man, just pass your grits, man

[Verse 4: Pazi Plant]

Who gets the grits? Now, let me tell ya

A plenty posse bloom from the cellar

To nail ya daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir

Kick a cat but I won't lick a cat, I'll figure

I'd rather play the thigh kisser, sister

I don't die swift and yo, I'm not a quitter

So umm... let me place my hands upon that waist and trace

My way to the right nip and left nip then sip

Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat

Grab my pack of hats from the back

Then flee to the next block to knock off socks

Yo, you know my props, so father, don't bother

'Cause once the grits is hot, yo, they're good as got

[Hook x4]

Who gets the grits? (Say what?)

Bust it, let a brother tell another about the real grits getter