Description Music video by Nelly performing Grillz. (C) 2005 Universal Records a division of UMG Recordings Inc. Distributed by Universal Music & Video Distribution Corp.Nelly, Universal, Hip, HopDENelly - Grillz ft. Paul Wall, Ali & Gipphttp://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/videos/EF_mYusNj7M2008-12-22T09:55:19.000Z2012-05-27T16:25:06.000Z8Ball - Hands In The Air - 2Fast2Furious Soundtrack - Lyrics8Ball - Hands In The Air with lyrics. 2Fast2Furious Soundtrack. Lyrics: Okay; comin' from the top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up wit' all I got Superstar; no I'm not Green weed; black glock Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair 'a cleats Niggers run their mouth a lot Like bitches and parakeets (whoa) How you love that pimpin' (whoa) I'm so cold wit' it (whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls This not 'bout makin' dough Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who's rich 'o po' Not 'bout who niggaz know This here 'bout you and me This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be If you in here with me [Chorus] Keep your ears wide open This is all grill no jokin' Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The motherfuckin' aaaaair [Eightball] Nigga you don't know me Why you niggaz wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's why I will never change Me - ain't nobody like Even though they try to be Niggaz think they <b>...</b>hybdyhajhttp://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/users/hybdyhaj51.64955520629883 19.311561584472656Music8Ball - Hands In The Air with lyrics. 2Fast2Furious Soundtrack. Lyrics: Okay; comin' from the top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up wit' all I got Superstar; no I'm not Green weed; black glock Everybody want a piece Dirty like a pair 'a cleats Niggers run their mouth a lot Like bitches and parakeets (whoa) How you love that pimpin' (whoa) I'm so cold wit' it (whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or Some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free Dress, player, follow me Into another world Deep inside your own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls This not 'bout makin' dough Not 'bout no fakin' yo Not 'bout who's rich 'o po' Not 'bout who niggaz know This here 'bout you and me This here 'bout poetry This here 'bout who we be If you in here with me [Chorus] Keep your ears wide open This is all grill no jokin' Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air The motherfuckin' aaaaair [Eightball] Nigga you don't know me Why you niggaz wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's why I will never change Me - ain't nobody like Even though they try to be Niggaz think they <b>...</b>
