I'm listening to the top 30 countdown.
A few thoughts:
Nelly is stupid. I mean really...Nelly has a song named "Grillz"
A grill is a set of fake gold teeth that rappers have been trying to make cool for years. They are stupid. People that wear them are stupid.
Here are the lyrics (some comments in parenthesis):
Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill.
(They probably won't make you a grill after you've robbed them.)Dirrty, R&B.
Add da whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold.
[J.D.]
Yo we bout to start a epidemic wit dis one
(Hmmmm...bird flu, maybe. Grills? Probably not.)Ya'll know what dis is... So So Def
[Nelly]
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top
(This equals 60 teeth.)All invisible set in little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on da rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
I'm changin grillz errday, like Jay change clothes,
(I also change my clothes errday.)I might be grilled out nicely (oh) In my white tee (oh),
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife b.
V V and studded you can tell when they cut it
Ya see my granmama hate it, but my lil mama love it
Cuz when I...
[Woman]
Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin (say what)
Eyes stay low from da cheifin'
(I have no idea what that means.)[Nelly]
I got a grill I call penny candy you know what that means,
It look like Now n Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
(All bad for the teeth--by the way)I wouldn't leave it for nothin only a crazy man would
(Obviously.)So if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say
[Chorus:]
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let you see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)
[Paul Wall]
What it do baby
It's da ice man Paul Wall
I got my mouth lookin somethin like a disco ball
I got da diamonds and da ice all hand set
I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath
My teeth gleaming like I'm chewin on aluminum foil
Smilein showin off my diamonds sippin on some potin oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 carrots 30 stacks let 'em know im so fo real
My motivation is from 30 pointers V VS the furniture my mouth
(I often place a small bedroom set in my mouth when I'm feeling jiggy.)Piece simply symbolize success
I got da wrist wear and neck wear dats captivatin
But it's my smile dats got these on-lookers spectatin
(You often see a lot of spectators at the scene of an automobile accident.)My mouth piece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth and you see mo carrots than a salad
(Gross.)My teeth are mind blowin givin everybody chillz
Call me George Foreman cuz I'm sellin everybody grillz
[Chorus]
[Gipp]
Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem reds
Lights gon hit ya and make you woozie in ya head
(Is his mouth lighting up? COME ON!!! SERIOUSLY!!!)You can catch me in my 2 short drop
Mouth got colors like a fruit loop box
[Ali]
Dis what it do when da lou
Ice grill Country Grammar
Where da hustlas move bricks
and da gangsta's bang hamma's
Where I got em you can spot them
On da top in da bottom
Gotta bill in my mouth like im Hillary Rodham
(Very disturbing visual.)[Gipp]
I ain't dissin no body but lets bring it to da lite
Gipp was da first wit my mouth bright white
(It's about time Gipp gets some cred. Though I'm pretty sure Betty White sported a grill on an episode of Mary Tyler Moore once.)Yeah deez hos can't focus cuz they eyesight blurry
Tippin on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry
[Ali]
I got fo different sets its a fabolous thang
1 white, 1 yellow, like Fabolous chain
and da otha set is same got my name in da mold
(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)
[Chorus]
[Woman]
Boy how you get grill that way and
How much did you pay
Every time I see you
Tha first thing I'm gon' say hey.....
[Chorus]
I'm speechless. This is one of the fifteen BEST SONGS in America!!!
The world is going to end, and I'm scared. Keep in mind, however, that I have no problem with The Black Eyed Peas' song, "My humps."
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
Brilliant!
