JR WRITER LYRICS CRACKER
JR WRITER LYRICS CRACK

He talks about how he doesn't like the 'chimps' who try to steal his scene and how he is not afraid to start a fight if needed. The second verse goes even harder than the first, with JR Writer showing off his thug persona. The song's concept is to show the rapper's aggressive side and how he takes control in any situation. The rapper then goes on to talk about how he grills the bouncer at the club for trying to charge him extra, but he quickly switches up his vibe and grinds on the dance floor with some PYTs. He shows his dominance to those who try to steal his parking spot or show any disrespect towards him. JR Writer starts off the first verse by saying that as soon as he gets to the club parking lot, he starts giving people mean looks. This song talks about the rapper's experiences in the club scene and how he deals with the haters and people who try to get over on him. The song starts with the chorus 'Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em.' In this particular song, 'grill' is used as a verb, meaning to stare someone down or to give someone a mean look. The song 'Grill Em' by JR Writer is a hip-hop song released on his debut album 'History in the Making' in 2006. They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sproutĬlapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth) That's what a thug about (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout) Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey) Hands up if the dj put the scratch to ya musicĮrratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and flatįat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever) We ain't tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that (go head) Relax you better scrap (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh) We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it) (Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in mink (what) I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em) What this n***a think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em) He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it This that I'm here right yeah watch ya b***h This that get in the club bub and pop some s**t (huh) This that mobster s**t (right) this Tupacalypse (right) Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frownĭon't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)ĭon't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck

This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the placeĪnd quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)Ĭut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here) This is for those stone cold playa haters This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope) If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in hereĪnd that s**t match ya gear (grill em, grill em)

JR WRITER LYRICS CRACKER

Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared (scared) Search and pat ya where, like a fag and q**** (queer) Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra)īut next minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what)Īnd wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker) Scared a clown stare em down while the n***a park his wheels (do it) Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill 40 Cal.This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz.My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London.

JR WRITER LYRICS CRACK

Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh.And look like we ready to go, its all solitified.So wit that bein' said, The team lookin' right.New people, new money, I had to get that check.Sorry for the delay, but its business never personal.Sarge hold ya head, Purple Haze will be out this December 7th.Freeky Zeeky hold ya head, you already know what it is.Dipset all day long, go get Jim Jones album in stores now.Know we done smashed the whole mutha*****in' liquor game.I'll holla.And my mutha*****in' niggaz down in sizzurp.Nah mean.Wit all that bein' said I wanna give a shot out to all my partners.Lot'aniggaz in Harlem runnin' snitchin' but I'll holla.Dipseeeet!, Killa, In the buildin, Wanna welcome y'all back.

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