(feat. T.I., Twista)

[Chorus]
Look at the grill [4x]
[2x]
this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

[T.I.]
(hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)
chevy super clean, two or three screens
watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam
just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king
this green I smoke we call it drow
its dead-liest from memphis Tenn
you see my folk we ain't no joke
don't turn this into a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
should not since my early teens
but I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring
hey! I thought you were running things
all you did was run the screens
must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
see it on the bush let it burn like Usher
click, click, bang you can end the discussion
ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing
the lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
act a fool if you wanna
lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
he acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin
somebody phinna to have put (��*^%)
I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
take a special kind of nigga to defies me
similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93
niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're trying' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
and killers true niggaz gonna ride me

[chorus (2x)]

[Twista]
take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth
looking just like the rims on the chevy
pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
on some 24 omegas and gator grill
fuck a twist. fuck you bitch
I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
roman gold shine so hard
niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit
I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch
specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
and the bubbles in the hummer truck
when you see a nigga cruise through
niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
mother fucker wanna take my style
cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
and the haters wanna see me fall
how can I let y'all niggaz play me
shited on their good then I pull up
from my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG
twista bitch and I from the shy
with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
and pulling up in cool whips that's fly
still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe

[chorus (2x)]

[8ball]
old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken
money players is demon like I'm willy beaming
like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen
she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one
forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun

[MJG]
don't try to ever take my cash from me
you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy
like that's my last money
this for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
we don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later
but I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters
and I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator
down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it
the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin

[chorus (2x)]

Hmmm
Said I got the blues (2X)
Memphis City Blues

8Ball
Yeah, Light up the green, watch me light up the room
Watch me light up the mic, fat boy be the truth
Nigga live and learn, learn the streets or get burned
Niggas take what you earn, they be slick as a perm
Man I try to be slicker, try to be cunning and quicker
Try to be more than just another broke ass nigga
In this game of life, lose your life in the game
Take a life full of pain, make you remember my name
From the home of the blues, thought I paid my dues
It’s hard to fill my shoes, imitators abuse
I just love the music, like my heart or my brain
Couldn’t live without it, that’s impossible man
I’m unstoppable man, from the bottom I came
Niggas scratching for bread, stumbled up on the fame
Humble niggas with game, shut yo mouth up and listen
Recognize it’s a blessing thankful just to be living

Chorus
I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooh, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
And everybody we know
Used to play in them, street oh man, oh man, oh man

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooh, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping (This is how they put it down)
And everybody we know
Used to play in them, street oh man, oh man, oh man

MJG
I had the Memphis City jones running through my bones
Way, way back with A+ beepers and gray phones
Even further back when I was just playing around the yard
Riding bikes and shit, falling and getting my legs scarred
In the music city, Memphis, Tenn they turned me into this
My dad and a couple of my friends they played instruments
And when we used to roll to school at 16
We bumped shit like Bobby Womack and Al Green
Hell, I knew most of the old school shit from front to end
I would start to memorize four fives at age 10
I come from a city where R & B run deep
And the blues was the music that paved the whole street
It was only natural that we would take the torch and run wit it
Be serious but still have a little fun wit it
MJG from a town that runs real deep
Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street

Chorus

8Ball
Yeah, On that pimping man, me and G was born and raised
Commodores, O’Jays, Frankie Beverly and Maze
Windows rolled down, no AC cause the gas low
Bread at a minimum but still we found a place to go
North to the South at my nigga house
Chiefing out
Skipping school learning what the Memphis City Blues bout
Me and G and a whole bunch of others
Had a rocky road to travel just to make the world love us

MJG
Cause it’s The Memphis City really to call it itty bitty
Would be an understatement
We got big ass, cash, and titties
Big pimping working and hurt
The pockets of big tippers
Side dippers
And big jails to hide niggas
But we stayed out em
Hard times we prayed bout em
Nigga step up talking that shit and I laid out em
MJG reppin the Memphis Tennie
You and I could feel it
Pass me some of the Henny

(feat. Ludacris)

[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeeah

[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]