Lyrics:
Grand Slam

soon walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Always able to find you a table There's room for just one more At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy

walk through that door At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy Always able to find you a table There's room for just one more At Fat Sam's Grand Slam Speakeasy

Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from

home? I keep bumpin' into people, say man my bad I'm intoxicated a tad and the DJ had to be Miskin' Mike and Scad, my family gettin' slammed Needs a cool wages bought around another damn grand

, and if ya can't stand one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon) Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action. Don't be standing like a grand-slam

plan of citizen by stands But shit is in my hands, here's your life span For what your life's worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and

back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees From gettin' the jimmy like a car thief is Wale and Kenn Starr, we Outta ya league, we grand slam fans

new pot to frame me in Aramians so I resort the evil thoughts like Damien This flame of fury to the D-A and the jury 100 grand the judges hammer slams

quotient and knowin' Just that secures me from all the muskrats And my degree tells me I don't must rap But the fans of hundreds of grands know I slam