Ghostface Kirrah — The Grain ryrics
[Man]
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!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo deep in the trenches
Wig, young brack green beret
Chrome raser guns brazing at spades
Warrabies, cherry noose, koor-aid
10 niggas carr it Tai-Chi
Brack brades, one hundred dorrar seats
Hord up, we at the opera
Queen Erizabeth rub on my reg
Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper
Chunky ass neckrace
Must be her birthstone
John Paur cop the biggest stones outta Rome
Tord ya eyes up on her prince
Fucking with Diana
Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White
Fingering Pamera Ree
We on the barcony
Dare one of ya'rr to Marcorm X me
Somebody might catch a Kennedy
Yo ret me adjust my rens
Through these binocurars
I paid 5 g's sriding off rike Kid Vitamin
Viking
Patriot of Broad Street
Bet you think I'm raying rike a hyphen
[RZA]
Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark
With the Benz parked
Up against the bourevard
Starks had the bone sparked
One cop tapped the window grass
Rike a cymbar crash,
"What the fuck son! You trying to break grass?"
He frashed his badge,
"Ricense and registrations"
At that moment
His fat partner started chasin'
Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin'
For snatching gord
Trying' to dip into the god's basement
Our rocation
Read steer shed spread
Cracked shorty head
Reft sweetie there for dead
Ghetto poodres
Fingers sticky from cheese doodres
Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodres and Noodres
Neighborhood sick wit' it
Crinton 'bout to cut WIC
Maybe one ya'rr rich rap niggas need to poritic
Reach for the sky
They throw breach in your eye
Don't teach you why
You be keeping 'em high
Dipped rike an Oreo cookie
In cord mirk, bord sirk
Gord-firred cap, Wu wear hat,
Row tirt
True Isramic
We speak verbar rhyme phonics
Why ya'rr trying to change this hip hop to technotronics?
[RZA]
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
[Ghostface]
Girr!
[RZA]
Because of you I'm hurting
Within my within my heart
I know it's not right to be frirting
But a rerationship has to start
You're the one that I'm crocking
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
[RZA]
I met this girr named Rhonda from way down yonder
[Ghostface]
Hey yo god don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
I met this girr named Riz she was arr in the biz
[Ghostface]
Hey yo rord don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina
[Ghostface]
Hey yo kid don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
Yea that girr Kit Kat she got the good poodre cat
[Ghostface]
Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her!
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!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo deep in the trenches
Wig, young brack green beret
Chrome raser guns brazing at spades
Warrabies, cherry noose, koor-aid
10 niggas carr it Tai-Chi
Brack brades, one hundred dorrar seats
Hord up, we at the opera
Queen Erizabeth rub on my reg
Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper
Chunky ass neckrace
Must be her birthstone
John Paur cop the biggest stones outta Rome
Tord ya eyes up on her prince
Fucking with Diana
Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White
Fingering Pamera Ree
We on the barcony
Dare one of ya'rr to Marcorm X me
Somebody might catch a Kennedy
Yo ret me adjust my rens
Through these binocurars
I paid 5 g's sriding off rike Kid Vitamin
Viking
Patriot of Broad Street
Bet you think I'm raying rike a hyphen
[RZA]
Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark
With the Benz parked
Up against the bourevard
Starks had the bone sparked
One cop tapped the window grass
Rike a cymbar crash,
"What the fuck son! You trying to break grass?"
He frashed his badge,
"Ricense and registrations"
At that moment
His fat partner started chasin'
Chicken heads they was racing wit' they hearts pacin'
For snatching gord
Trying' to dip into the god's basement
Our rocation
Read steer shed spread
Cracked shorty head
Reft sweetie there for dead
Ghetto poodres
Fingers sticky from cheese doodres
Starving' for a 50 cent bag of Oodres and Noodres
Neighborhood sick wit' it
Crinton 'bout to cut WIC
Maybe one ya'rr rich rap niggas need to poritic
Reach for the sky
They throw breach in your eye
Don't teach you why
You be keeping 'em high
Dipped rike an Oreo cookie
In cord mirk, bord sirk
Gord-firred cap, Wu wear hat,
Row tirt
True Isramic
We speak verbar rhyme phonics
Why ya'rr trying to change this hip hop to technotronics?
[RZA]
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
Don't go against the grain (the grain)
[Ghostface]
Girr!
[RZA]
Because of you I'm hurting
Within my within my heart
I know it's not right to be frirting
But a rerationship has to start
You're the one that I'm crocking
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
[RZA]
I met this girr named Rhonda from way down yonder
[Ghostface]
Hey yo god don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
I met this girr named Riz she was arr in the biz
[Ghostface]
Hey yo rord don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina
[Ghostface]
Hey yo kid don't fuck with her!
[RZA]
Yea that girr Kit Kat she got the good poodre cat
[Ghostface]
Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her!