Nitty Gritty

[Intro]
Aaaaaaaw, yeah, y'all know what's up with this right here
No playa haters allowed so everybody's not invited
So y'all got to keep y'all distance
Mind your own, you'll live long
Yeah, check me out...

[Verse 1]
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
They didn't see me creepin' up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin', sippin' on somethin' 90 proof
From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to the youth
By any means, dreams of bein' a lot more than poor
If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?
You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta
Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya
Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate
And real ballers keep they pagers on vibrate
Never try to floss and show off your stacking
On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos
Don't attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
Got they eyes on the whole state of Cali
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
Trying to escape reality, in four minutes...

[Chorus]
Four minutes of funk
Get off your rump
Move your bottom off the tree stump
Ladies looking pretty, from city to city
And now I'm getting down to the nitty gritty
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and get funky while we got 'em...

[Verse 2]
Gas or cash, ain't no free ride
Felony got love comin' from both sides
About to blow it up and that's on me, ready to bring it on
Man y'all gon' see, oh
I tell my homie to give me a refill
Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standin' on porkchop hill
With the most of my mind gone
Just because a youngster wanna get his grind on, fool kill that!
I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do?
To survive, I got to work for you?
Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
Huh, but a real nigga keep it nappy, yeah
So I connect
With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing along
My business straight now the industries about to be dealed
Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes

[Chorus]
Four minutes of funk
Get off your rump
Move your bottom off the tree stump
Ladies looking pretty, from city to city
And now we gettin' down to the nitty gritty
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Come on, Bullet Loc, and get funky while we got 'em...

[Verse 3]
And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute
It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit
I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up
I'm 'bout to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, never be no coward
Keep hittin' your enemy unil they fall y'all
And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing
Time is just too valuable to be wasting
On the independent stroke or to conquer, I'm down with ya
Let's put our heads together, now we get richer
We got to get it while it's good to get
Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
To the end we represent: we in it to win it
Trying to escape reality in four minutes

[Chorus]
Four minutes of funk
Get off your rump
Move your bottom off the tree stump
Ladies looking pretty, from city to city
And now we gettin' down to the nitty gritty
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Come on, Bullet Loc, and get funky while we got 'em...