Lời bài hát: Grits. The Art Of Translation. Here We Go.

[Intro]
We are gunna play the cut right now
And it's gunna be a very very big hit...

[Chorus: Grits]
He feel it - she feel it - we feel it (hey!)
So round and round we go
He feel it - she feel it - we feel it
Aaaah here we go
He gon' get up - she gon' get up - we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it
Aaaah here we go

[Verse: Coffee]
My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
No more room in the pan i cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
On a roll, what you figure got
Tricks up my sleeve you wont believe
My story weave to a thicker plot
Words leep off pages hop on stages
We crazy need to be locked in cages
Raah you feel it
Yeah I'm light skinned vanilla
Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas
Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the "Lone Star State"
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun blast drawn out
The sounds in leaps and bounds flush out clowns creeps and hounds
Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns

[Chorus]

[Verse: Bonafide]
I was born in the cold
Moved to the heat
Got used to the flame
Now I spit it on beat
I was raised in the womb
Groomed by Christ
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb
Please don?t assume
We ain't tryna take the slot
Blow the spot
Worldwide still parta the plot
Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game
But everything I hear yall soundin the same
From the beats to the videos
Clothes and look
Same concept for your flows and hook
See these round here they can raise the dead
So come on everybody now bob your head
Y'all need to heed these words from the wise
Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya
Got truth for hire
Can you stand the fire?
To see you come alive that?s my desire now

[Chorus]

[Verse: Bonafide]
Boy looka here
Have you ever heard a dead man talk before?
You ever seen a dead man walk before?
You ever heard dead man lock the flow?
Like these before
We raised the qou'

[Verse: Coffee]
Now my time flip make time change
You knew another record would hit
Explode and make your brains hang
Peep my language of my dialect
Circulate like a boomerang
Man what did you expect?

[Chorus x3]