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Lyrics to "Grillz"

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Lyrics to “Grillz”

By Nelly, featuring Paul Wall, Ali and Gipp

From Nelly’s 2005 album “Sweatsuit”

Rob the jewelry store and tell ’em make me a grill.

Dirrty, R&B.

Add da whole top diamond and the bottom row’s gold.


Yo we bout to start a epidemic wit dis one

Ya’ll know what dis is... So So Def


Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 more at the top

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 might be grilled out nicely (oh) In my white tee (oh),

On South beach (oh) in my wife beat.

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...


Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin (say what)

Eyes stay low from da chiefin’


I got a grill I call penny candy you know what that means,

It look like Now n’ Laters, gum drops, jelly beans

I wouldn’t leave it for nothin only a crazy man would

So if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say


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 row’s 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

Smilin’ showin’ off my diamonds sippin’ on some pinot noir

I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill

20 carrots 30 stacks let ’em know I’m so fo real

My motivation is from 30 pointers VS the furniture my mouth

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’

My mouth piece simply certified a total package

Open up my mouth and you see mo carrots than a salad

My teeth are mind blowin’ givin’ everybody chillz

Call me George Foreman cuz I’m sellin’ everybody grillz



Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem reds

Lights gon hit ya and make you woozie in ya head

You can catch me in my 2 short drop

Mouth got colors like a fruit loop box


Dis what it do when da lou

Ice grill Country Grammar

Where da hustlas move bricks

And da gangstas bang hammas

Where I got ’em you can spot them

On da top in da bottom

Gotta bill in my mouth like I’m Hillary Rodham


I ain’t dissin’ nobody but let’s bring it to da lite

Gipp was da first wit my mouth bright white

Yeah deez hos can’t focus cuz they eyesight blurry

Tippin’ on some 4’s you can see my mouth jewelry


I got four different sets it’s a fabulous thang

One white, one yellow, like fabulous chain

and da otha set is same got my name in da mold

Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom row’s gold



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.....


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