"Kick Em In The Grill" as written by Peter J. Nash, Michael Berrin, John Dajani, John F. Gamble, Dante A. Ross and Richard Anthony Simpson....
[Serch] Aiyyo Pete, it's Chubbs

[Chubb] Sup G?

[Serch] Yo Pete

[Nice] Yo Serch

[Serch] You know people tryin to gel us right?

Try to gel

[Chubb] Yeah dat

[Serch] So you know we gotta we gotta rip this

[Chubb] Serch let's go kick that shit G

Drop it right here

[Serch] Right here, like an asshole

[Chubb] One two

[Serch] One two, ya don't stop

[MC Serch]

Grooves get kicked as Serch tries to flip like coins

Pain, like the foot to groins

3 Strikes but I didn't gel the head yet

Why you still vexed over things I haven't even said yet

Yo Pete, put you part-time like temps

Scale like a fence, put you in the past tense

You tried speedin but you ain't fast enough to chase me

So what I did this, ?? bring the kit to Ben Case

and don't waste time

Dopest tracks, so why you gonna waste rhymes?

I absorb like a sponge in the bozack

I'm trifle, get the rifle, or I step back and crack slugs

and my crew give pounds and hugs

Tugs on my shirt, let me know that I'm still pro-fessional

and at the end of the session, you'll know

that the 3rd'll disturb the verb with the noun

shift the sound, so GET UP AND GET DOWN, Serch'll never stand still

Try to flam I'll be like Claude Van Damme and just kick em in the grill

{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"3rd Bass"}

{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"I'm Chubb Rock"}

{"Kick em in the grill.."} {"Serch!"}

{"Kick em in the grill.. grill.. grill Pete!"}

[Pete Nice]

?? like a camel to ??

Missin the points of ?? spliffs

If you want to gamble, let it flow

I ain't Al Jolson and Sambo

Low like a buddhist sniffin ? tree

But that booty fat bass it ain't movin me

To be or not to be on, your FM

Step to the AM, the gimmicks, I'll play em

I say em while I'm takin 40 swigs

A Chinaman eats with two twigs

Called your numbed, 9-7-0 PISS

Goodfella, you can tell you're on my hitlist

For this I stick like a splinter

Play ya like a sphincter cause my title's Minister

Serch said kick em, I gas em and trick em

Rhymes like ??, now Chubb, stick em

[Chubb Rock]

Jump jump with the man with the plan, Chubb Rock

You know, a judo, a chop chop chop

From stereo monarch rationalize the grammar

It's like that and ah.. and ih.. ih.. if I stammer

or sa-st-stutter, english found in the gutter

or the sewer, while I talk like Pete Puma

How many lumps do you want inside your coffee?

Isn't about time, isn't about time, you stepped off me?

Yo Chubb - are you the best, are you the one

that ?? large chest, well, nevertheless my

finger won't do the walkin through cleavage

I got a girl of my own, she's at home

Chubb is not conceited, I'm convinced of the fact

Vanilla sold seven million copies of some shit that was wack

He can wrap, his lips around a big black cock

He needs no more pressed, let me stop

Cherry crusaders, clean clairvoyany concepts

claiming critical conversations that came in..to view

of 3rd Bass mixed with Chubb Rock until

we kick the motherfucker in his, umm

G-are-I-L-L-L, word up that's the grill

[MC Serch]


Hold up, Chubbs, you got lifted

{Word up} What's the science?

Lyrics submitted by Ice

"Kick Em in the Grill" as written by Michael Berrin Peter J. Nash

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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