Grillz lyrics

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

All invisible set with little ice cube blocks

If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the 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 changing girlls everyday, like Jay change clothes

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

Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife B

VVS studded, you can tell when they cut it

You see my grandmama hate it, but my lil' mama love it

Cause when I

Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin' (gleamin')

Eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin')

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

It look like Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans

I wouldn't leave it for nothing only a crazy man would

So if you catch me in your city, somewhere out in your hood

Just say

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking at)

Let me see ya grill

(Let me see my what)

Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill

(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking 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 the bottom rows gold)

What it do baby

Its the ice man Paul Wall

I got my mouth looking something like a disco ball

I got the diamonds and the ice all hand set

I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath

My teeth gleaming like I'm chewing on aluminum foil

Smiling showing off my diamonds sipping on some potent oil

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

Twenty carats thirty stacks let 'em know I'm so for real

My motivation is from thirty pointers, VVS

The furniture my mouth piece simply symbolize success

I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivating

But its what smile that's got these onlookers spectating

My mouth piece simply certified a total package

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

My teeth are mind blowing giving everybody chills

Call me George Foreman cause I'm selling everybody grills

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking at)

Let me see ya grill

(Let me see my what)

Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill

(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking 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 the bottom rows gold)

Gipp got them yellows, got them purples, got them reds

Lights gon' hit and make you woozy in your head

You can catch me in my 2 short drop

Mouth got colors like a Fruit Loop box

It's what it do, in the Lou'

Ice grill, country grammar

Where the hustlers move bricks

And the gangsters bang hammers

Where I got 'em you can spot 'em

On the top, on the bottom

Gotta bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham

I ain't dissing nobody but lets bring it to the light

Gipp was the first with my mouth bright white

Yeah these hoes can't focus cause they eyesight blurry

Tipping on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry

I got four different sets its a fabulous thang

One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain

And the other set the same got my name in the mold

(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold)

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking at)

Let me see ya grill

(Let me see my what)

Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill

(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)

Smile for me daddy

(What you looking 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 the bottom rows 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

• Artist:Nelly
• Album:Sweatsuit