Lirik Lagu Guard Your Grill - Naughty By Nature
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Intro: Kay Gee
*phone dialling*(Hello?)Hello it's '91. Buckle up guard your grill! Hee hee(Har what the fuck?)Has this ever happened to you?Can you name this tune?These victims knew how to guard they grill this would've never happened!
Verse 1: Treach
I put two and two together and I came up with fourYou are forever forgot forbid shouldn't have to say much moreI been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show yaThis is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know yaYou tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsawStay back and watch a real MC get rawI never know, never know when another will come to diss thisBut if and whenever they come I'm runnin this merry fist missI shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stickIt's just another one dud and is dismissedKitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't builtI'm silly-ho smackin MC's on a ninety degree tiltThe reason that it's tilted cos you're guilty, too hard to guardIt's not you're tryin too gay, you're tryin too hardHow hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
Chorus:
Guard your grill, knuckle upI ain't the type to give upGuard your grill, knuckle upI smoke first, so what's upGuard your grill, knuckle upPut em up, you ain't toughGuard your grill, knuckle up!
Verse 2: Treach
I give em much business, an AspirinDamn, I love a glass chinWhat are ya askin for mercy, I'm laughinHuh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the repYou know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the TreachThere's no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and heyNo snoozin, no dozin, no f'in wayHeapin things up like a Coke cupWind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuffAnd after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuffThen go around to them and him because ??? ???I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopperUse to couldn't take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppersThere's so much gold for roast, the ??? don't knock usMy nuts are my only homies that can hang properAt school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and VodkaI had two girls, one a runner, one a trotterBack then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotterThen I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxersHow hard can your guard be, I say what's up?Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck
Chorus
Verse 3: Treach
I don't lay, I lie, who knows like PinnochioNever been to Tokyo or *?Keeper's Day Bolochio?*Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hardI got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus cardSo callin me for a ride ain't the answerHuh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transferSayin we will go for one cut, now we're deadOh yaeh, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsledNow how wrong can you be to think we playEven a broken clock is right at least twice a daySo now ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crowYou slow hobo, stiffer than RoboOh, here's another side of bein real quickYou might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh...So don't try at those same style battle cryI rock the U-train, the routes that I battle byI listen to sister shit, it til they quite slowNo matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psychoPut down ya handgun, up which'cha hands sonLook cops they come, I ain't the damned oneI was only three steps from a peace prizePieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thighKnuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grillAnd that's comin from Illtown, down the hill
Chorus
Outro:[Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street PosseMy man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin?And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss[Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up![Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri[KG] This goes out to my man Jack DonI gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza[T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face![KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The HillCos they know how to definitely guard they grill[Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house[T] This goes out to my man TamereHe's definitely in hereWhat's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothersSpecial shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's outtherePeace goes out![Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta herePEACE!
*phone dialling*(Hello?)Hello it's '91. Buckle up guard your grill! Hee hee(Har what the fuck?)Has this ever happened to you?Can you name this tune?These victims knew how to guard they grill this would've never happened!
Verse 1: Treach
I put two and two together and I came up with fourYou are forever forgot forbid shouldn't have to say much moreI been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show yaThis is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know yaYou tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsawStay back and watch a real MC get rawI never know, never know when another will come to diss thisBut if and whenever they come I'm runnin this merry fist missI shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stickIt's just another one dud and is dismissedKitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't builtI'm silly-ho smackin MC's on a ninety degree tiltThe reason that it's tilted cos you're guilty, too hard to guardIt's not you're tryin too gay, you're tryin too hardHow hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
Chorus:
Guard your grill, knuckle upI ain't the type to give upGuard your grill, knuckle upI smoke first, so what's upGuard your grill, knuckle upPut em up, you ain't toughGuard your grill, knuckle up!
Verse 2: Treach
I give em much business, an AspirinDamn, I love a glass chinWhat are ya askin for mercy, I'm laughinHuh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the repYou know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the TreachThere's no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and heyNo snoozin, no dozin, no f'in wayHeapin things up like a Coke cupWind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuffAnd after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuffThen go around to them and him because ??? ???I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopperUse to couldn't take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppersThere's so much gold for roast, the ??? don't knock usMy nuts are my only homies that can hang properAt school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and VodkaI had two girls, one a runner, one a trotterBack then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotterThen I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxersHow hard can your guard be, I say what's up?Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck
Chorus
Verse 3: Treach
I don't lay, I lie, who knows like PinnochioNever been to Tokyo or *?Keeper's Day Bolochio?*Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hardI got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus cardSo callin me for a ride ain't the answerHuh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transferSayin we will go for one cut, now we're deadOh yaeh, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsledNow how wrong can you be to think we playEven a broken clock is right at least twice a daySo now ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crowYou slow hobo, stiffer than RoboOh, here's another side of bein real quickYou might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh...So don't try at those same style battle cryI rock the U-train, the routes that I battle byI listen to sister shit, it til they quite slowNo matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psychoPut down ya handgun, up which'cha hands sonLook cops they come, I ain't the damned oneI was only three steps from a peace prizePieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thighKnuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grillAnd that's comin from Illtown, down the hill
Chorus
Outro:[Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street PosseMy man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin?And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss[Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up![Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri[KG] This goes out to my man Jack DonI gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza[T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face![KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The HillCos they know how to definitely guard they grill[Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house[T] This goes out to my man TamereHe's definitely in hereWhat's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothersSpecial shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's outtherePeace goes out![Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta herePEACE!
