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E-40 : "My Lil' Grimey Nigga (feat. Stressmatic) lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : ""My Lil' Grimey Nigga (feat. Stressmatic)"

[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic]
My lil grimey ^!$$%, he don't rap or nothin
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin

He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim
So when you go outside you better watch out for him


[VERSE 1: E-40]
When my lil grimey ^!$$% come around fools get nervous
Cause he ill and sick as the $#&@, smirkish, heartless and merciless

His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformed

They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My lil grimey ^!$$% maney, janky like tricked dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice

Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners mannish (?)

With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, $$#ault weapon
I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down!" But he ain't listenin
Lil ^!$$% hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison

Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin
Fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin


[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic]

[VERSE 2: E-40]

My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night
With the (?)
Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with

Lurkin at the gas station on some old floop %#@!
Trained and programed to go, about his dough
A hitter, no a barber but carry a extra clipper

Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles, up out the Rich
El Sobrante and Hercules teach him, taught him how to fish
My lil grimey ^!$$%, all the time right behind me, ^!$$%

On the block with the Glock where you can find me, ^!$$%
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name
Everybody knew his name, silhouette, his body frame

I wonder what set he claim? For the money, $#&@ the fame
Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang
My lil grimey ^!$$%, keep a dumper stashed in his motor

Set to set robbin ^!$$%s, he's a floater

[CHORUS 2X: Stresmatic]

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