Grill 'Em - Pretty Ricky

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

Got blue ice in our chain

Got blue ice in our teeth

Now show yo grill man

Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man)

Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

Got blue ice in our chain

Got blue ice in our teeth

Now show yo grill man

Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man)

Grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, grill 'em, (show yo grill man)

I got a blue Impala

On some blue reams

When I’m stompin in New York I wear my blue Tims

I’m a blue star, rapper not a singer

I got blue leather interior and blue power rangers

Blue diamonds in my grill, blue underwear

New blue socks, blue rocks in my watch

Blue air force ones when I’m chillin wit Nelly

Got girls puttin I love you Baby Blue cross they belly

Baby Blue being true for dat Baby Blue clue

Ain’t no proof getting these chicken loose

I bet they do

Pretty Ricky and Pitbull

Tellin Miami wat they do

I’m a gangsta 4−0 G

Interior sittin on Guicci seats

I rub my cuts, my Nike’s clean

Baby Blue, Pretty Ricky

Man not be, be

You see, I see, you see

Baby got blue ice in my teeth

And I see, you see, we be

Crusin round the block in a blue Bentley

With no show fa, keeping a costa, in a hosta

You in yo testrosta

We crusin in a end a coasta

Blue Bentley wit the blue rims

Customized wit the chromed grill

Platinum chain wit the blue gyms

Blue fitted wit the blue Tims

Blue stars to click the claim

Blue ice all in my chain

Blue panties comin off yo dame

Blue cards like a poker game

Chevy on 20's and I’m shinin

Hangin out my car cause I’m always clownin

Anything I see that I want I’m a buyin

And if I’m lyin, I’m flyin

Right now we got the biggest deal

Picture this forty mill

Keep 'em thinking that’s how it is

So open yo mouth, show yo grill

Give me a blue verse (blue verse)

Wit the blue skirts (wit the blue skirts)

Baby blue cut seats, got to make it work (got to make it work)

Blue diamonds in my teeth (my teeth)

Blue diamonds in my chain (my chain)

Don’t like it, don’t talk to the game playa

I’m off the chain (I'm off the chain)

Now y’all can’t mess wit a balla

Fine girls check boys, y’all know we got 'em

Pass the one on the test

We gone get 'em all

Homeboy you softer than cotton

Now you have a problem huh

Cause people round here loose life everday

Dat’s M-I-A, dat’s kind of ya day like

Give me my money, forget the fame

Now Slick 'Em down wit the nigga

Dem boys got lyrics dat’s lethal

Lick you, hit you, and flip you

Leavin you cripple where you stand playa

I bet you a hater, I bet you afender

It’s sarcasm

Spec, Pleasure, Baby Blue, and Slick 'Em

And we dem Blue Stars playa’s