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lirik lagu lil jon & the east side boyz - grand finale (chopped & screwed)

[intro: lil jon & bun b, & michael watts]
swishahouse remix, n~gga
yeeeeah! (yeeeeah!)
it’s been a long journey getting to this motherf~ckin’ point
of this crunk juice sh~t (what?!)
but we done got to the last motherf~ckin’ song, n~ggas (last sh~t n~ggas!)
and i got five of the hottest motherf~ckin’ emcees in the world (okay), givin’ you that gangsta sh~t! (it’s ugk for life)
(free pimp c) it’s the motherf~ckin’ grand finale” (free pimp c)

[verse 1: bun b]
site
growin~growin’ doja in the bas~m~nt in that underwater garden (okay)
with heron in the back shed, dryin’ ’til it harden
makin’ hash up in the oven (man), with yayo on the hot plate
drain and dry in the freezer, it’s obvious we got weight
i said hard work, that’s soft work, even that wet work
built~in cliеntele so we ain’t gotta nеtwork
we alw~we always got work, so we ain’t gotta get work
and if you ain’t gettin’ your work from us, you bound to get jerked
we yayo experts, we been whippin’ the yola
since them crackas decided to take the coke out coca~cola
hold up roll, it’s the king of the trill, the underground as well
you can step in the ring when you feel; n~gga, just sound the bell
can’t stand the haters in this game, but the grind, i’m lovin’
pimpin’, we past all that pushin’, man, it’s time for shovin’
got~got the mask, got~got the strap, soon as i find the gloves
then we gon’ start exposin’ hoes like farhrenheit 9/11
[verse 2: jadakiss]
yeah
i’mma speak clearly ’cause i don’t think they hearin’ me
a n~gga~n~gga only fear is gettin’ charged with conspiracy
i can get it right to ya; sticky green, white to ya
wear whatever you want, bullets goin’ right through ya
if you stressin’ to get buried
my n~ggas’ll send you back to the essence in a hurry
sippin~sippin’ crunk juice, blowin’ dutchies in the chevy
s~s~sippin’ crunk juice, blowin’ dutchies in the chevy
sippin’ crunk juice, blowin’ dutchies in the chevy (uh)
try to figure me out, dawg, i’m light but i’m heavy
yellow~yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi’
and yeah, anybody can rock, but d~block rock steady (d~block!)
feds don’t need no warrants ’cause y’all all informants
so i get higher than new york insurance
try to keep sh~t clean like florence
moved on up on the eastside ’cause i never lost endurance
and it’s all real n~ggas; if i ever get a license to carry
sh~t, that’s a license to k!ll n~ggas

[verse 3: t.i.]
i refuse to lose, i rather give these weak dudes the blues
and separate ’em from they jewels, teach ’em don’ts and do’s
i raise tools, make crews, make decisions confused
all spectators can say is, “this lil’ n~gga’s a fool”
a short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
better prove, you n~ggas p~ssy as the moulan rouge
so who guardin’ who?
you know who did you know what to you know where
goin’ ‘gainst ’em’s too unfair
’cause everywhere you do a show we got kinfolk there
you know~you know i ain’t no more now that ten folk there
they ain’t powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
you run~you runnin’ for your life without a minute to spare
catch you dead to the right and melt the grease in your hair
when i go to war, it’s gon’ be an indecent affair
guarantee you nann real n~gga breathin’ll care
that at your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
hollow television name~dropper reachin’ for help
so i ain’t gotta say a word, pimp, you beatin’ yourself
you gon’ get what you deserve for disrespectin’ the game
any n~gga with the nerve to say another man name
any n~gga with the nerve to say another man na~
any n~gga with the nerve to say another man name
when that other man ain’t even present
and deny it when somebody ask him about it, that n~gga’s a lame
you like to lie on the mic, hide behind fame
i was a g when i came and that’s the way i remain
[verse 4: nas]
who is i? the egyptian~walker, f~ckers have a conniption
my existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
i dazzle~dazzle ’em, like the alderman, billy dee in mahogany
minus the perm, from the tiniest sperm
that the mightiest the almighty can muster
proj~project prophet, chronic blockage gives alzheimer’s to youngsters
amongst them is me, can’t remembers my beefs
with who? for what? they screw~face me up
my boo laced me up, balenciaga
flimsy condo with bimbos in south of key largo in pimp mode
the inf’ glow on his clothes and you know it’s over
hammer hit pin, pin hit sh~ll, from the sh~ll, the slug gonna chew ya
try not to lose me, i’ll try not to lose ya
mamma mamma mamma mamma sa mu maka~, fly to~fly to cuba
to chill with some politi~k!ll n~ggas who ill
’cause y’all n~ggas are losers, don’t get comfortable, n~ggas
say h~llo to mr. bad guy, get that cash
i’m the~i’m the last don you’ll ever know, so
here you go, y’all can take these thoughts
anyway, i’m chargin’ emcees a late fee cost
so when y’all done with my style, please break me off
but never make nas mad just in case we cross
’cause, ah, lately y’all don’t make me happy
to calm my nerve i need the herb gnc don’t carry
[verse 5: ice cube]
(who the f~ck is that?) it’s ice cube, motherf~cka
(he’s a maniac) no i’m a fool, motherf~cka
old school motherf~cka, blow through a motherf~cka
what you heard about a n~gga so true, motherf~cka
what you heard about a n~gga so true, motherf~cka
what you heard about a n~gga so true, motherf~cka
ugly~ugly and prettay, polish~polished and grittay
better~better than that n~gga tried to~tried to k!ll 50
n~ggas~n~ggas get sh~ttay when i come to their cittay
when i hit hit the spot that b~tch b~tch they like — she~she comin’ with me
i got~i got an ego big as t.o
i’m not~i’m not an eagle; b~tch, i roll a regal
gangstas~gangstas don’t dance, we boogie
i told you motherf~ckas, kobe didn’t take that p~ssy
get money, get paid, you can beat that sh~t
even if the d.a. is a piece’a sh~t
colorado got bravado, but eat that sh~t
another white b~tch lyin’ on the black d~ck
i flip~flippin’ like flapjacks, pimp~pimpin’ like black ‘lacs
give~give n~ggas flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
i~i hit the tarmac, feel~feel like a carjack
nig~n~ggas get out, and vanish like star trek
so f~ckin’ incredible, i’m so f~ckin’ credible
no matter what happen, i’ll never turn federal
and that’s my report comin’ straight from cali
ice cube is the sh~t on this motherf~ckin’ grand finale

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