Grand Finale Lyrics - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

Yeah, yeah, it's been a long journey gettin' to 

This motherfuckin' point of this crunk juice shit, what? 

But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz 

And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world 

Givin' you that gangsta shit, it's the motherfuckin' grand finale 

We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden 

When here on in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden 

Make it hash up in the oven, put yayo in the hot plate 

Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight 

I said, "Hard work, that's soft work even with wet work 

Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network" 

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 the crackas decided to take, the coke from coca-cola 

Hold the rollers, the King of the trill 

The underground as well 

You can step in the ring when you feel 

Nigga just sound the bell 

Can't sound the heaters in this game 

But the grind, I'm lovin' 

Nigga we passed all that pushin' 

Man it's time for shovin' 

I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves 

We gonna start exposin' off like farhrenheit 9/11 

I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me 

A nigga only fear's 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 niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry 

Sippin' crunk juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy 

Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy 

Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi' 

And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady 

Fed's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants 

So I get higher than New York insurance 

Try to keep shit clean like florence 

Moved on up on the east side 'cause I never lost endurance 

And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry 

Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz 

I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues 

And separate them 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' nigga's a fool" 

A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed 

Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge 

So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what? 

To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 

'Cause everywhere you do a show, he got Kinfolk there 

Now you know, I ain't no? I got ten folk there 

They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer 

Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare 

Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair 

When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair 

Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted 

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' ya'self 

You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game 

Any nigga 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 nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic 

Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came that's the way I remain 

Who besides the Egyptian walker, fuckers have a conniption 

My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune 

I dazzle 'em, like the Alderman, Billy Dee in mahogany, minus the perm 

From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest the almighty can muster 

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 

Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan gro in pimp mode 

The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over 

Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya 

Try not to lose me, I try not to lose' ya 

Mamma say, mamma sa mu makasa, fly to cuba 

To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill 

'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga 

Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, 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 G.N.C. don't carry 

Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka 

He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka 

Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka 

What you heard about a nigga, so true motherfucka 

See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay 

Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50 

See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their city 

When I hit the spot that bitch they like, she commin' with me 

'Cause I got an ego big as T O but I'm not an eagle 

Bitch, I roll with Rigo 

'Cause gangstas don't dance we boogie 

I told you motherfuckas, Kobe didn't take that pussy 

Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit 

Even if the D. A. is a piece'a shit 

Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit 

Another white bitch lyin' on thee black dick 

I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'lacs 

Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks 

When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack 

Niggaz get out and vanish like star treks 

So fuckin' incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible 

No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal 

And that's my report comin' straight from Cali 

Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' grand finale