Versuri 07. The Grain

Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? 
I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya 
I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya 
New Ghostface 
 
Yo deep in the trenches 
Wig, young black green beret 
Chrome laser guns blazing at spades 
Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 
 
10 niggas call it Tai-Chi 
Black blades, one hundred dollar seats 
Hold up, we at the opera 
Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg 
 
Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper 
Chunky ass necklace 
Must be her birthstone 
John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome 
 
Told ya eyes up on her prince 
Fucking with Diana 
Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White 
Fingering Pamela Lee 
 
We on the balcony dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me 
Somebody might catch a Kennedy 
Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars 
I paid 5 G's sliding off like Kid Vitamin 
 
Viking patriot of Broad Street 
Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen 
 
 Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark 
With the Benz parked 
Up against the boulevard 
Starks had the bone sparked 
 
One cop tapped the window glass 
Like a cymbal crash, 
"What the fuck son! You trying to break glass?" 
He flashed his badge, 
 
License and registrations at that moment 
His fat partner started chasin' 
Chicken heads they was racing 
Wit' they hearts pacin' 
 
For snatching gold trying' to dip into the god's basement 
Our location lead steel shed spread 
Cracked shorty head 
Left sweetie there for dead 
 
Ghetto poodles, fingers sticky from cheese doodles 
Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodles and Noodles 
Neighborhood sick wit' it 
Clinton 'bout to cut WIC 
 
Maybe one ya'll rich rap niggas need to politic 
Reach for the sky 
They throw bleach in your eye 
Don't teach you why 
 
You be keeping 'em high dipped like an Oreo cookie 
In cold milk, bold silk gold-filled cap, Wu wear hat 
Low tilt true Islamic we speak verbal rhyme phonics 
Why ya'll trying to change this hip hop to technotronics? 
 
Don't go against the grain 
(The grain) 
Don't go against the grain 
(The grain) 
Don't go against the grain 
(The grain) 
 
Girl, because of you I'm hurting 
Within my within my heart 
I know it's not right to be flirting 
But a relationship has to start 
 
You're the one that I'm clocking 
It's time for you to start jocking 
Don't want you to see me cry 
This is why this is why this is why 
 
I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder 
Hey yo god don't fuck with her 
I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz 
Hey yo lord don't fuck with her 
 
I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina 
Hey, yo kid don't fuck with her 
Yeah, that girl Kit Kat she got the good poodle cat 
Hey, yo nigga, you better fuck with her