CATFISH BLACKENED w/ GRITS

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh
Yeah
West!

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, first off for my daughters
I live by the motto "Execute or get executed"
I started goin' harder since the one and only
Mrs. Carter put her stamp on the movement
Home improvement how I move with tools
'Cause that's how I was groomed on the southwest side of Houston
Baby mama got induced and gave birth to a Chukwu
Six weeks later we back to goosin', uh
Might just hit her with a back-to-back
And then a back-to-back and then a back-to-back
That's at least six babies out my sack
If a freak try to speak to me, she decap'
Pitated Fat ain't playin', pistol sprayin'
If hoes gravitatin' towards me
Trust me, it ain't nothin' personal
We just out here movin' like a G-Unit, no 50 'nem
Was broke, now the doughnuts like Krispy Kreme
Don't drink, but Fat might sip a whiskey blend
From Uncle Nearest, she send spirits
For all our ancestors that started the whiskey trend
And me, I'm the designated D, capeesh?
Been out here droppin' heat for weeks, capeesh?
Gon' be a beast until I cease to speak on beats, capeesh? Sheesh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil' back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is (Lit)
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil' back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends

[Verse 2: CeeLo Green]
I need no introduction, you know who it wasn't
My fingernails dirty, I work in construction
For lunch had a strike, ain't the po' boy type
Khaki Dickies fall right on my dope boy Nike
I got four and a baby, listen while I whip him
And hot out the grease, got the big piece of chicken
I'm movin' and groovin', Peruvian, 'scuse me
Then uh oh, Houston, think we got a solution (Woo)
I'm really just a family man (Family man)
With a little pitch of Zatarain (Zatarain)
Got attorneys and trustees, the kids got keys
Aw hell, we're a family band, ooh
All over the atlas
The work do the waltz, somersaults and backflips, huh
And if you ever wanna be that rich
You're gonna need my mother's recipe for catfish, uh (Sheesh)

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil' back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is (Lit)
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil' back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It's rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is lit (Lit)