Here We Go Lyrics
| Song | Here We Go |
| Artist | Grits |
| Album | The Art of Translation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| We are gunna play the cut right now | |
| And it's gunna be a very very big hit... | |
| [Chorus: Grits] | |
| He feel it - she feel it - we feel it (hey!) | |
| So round and round we go | |
| He feel it - she feel it - we feel it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| He gon' get up - she gon' get up - we gon' get up | |
| Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up | |
| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks | |
| Imitate but can't get it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| [Verse: Coffee] | |
| My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt | |
| No more room in the pan i cook up rhymes in a bigger pot | |
| On a roll, what you figure got | |
| Tricks up my sleeve you wont believe | |
| My story weave to a thicker plot | |
| Words leep off pages hop on stages | |
| We crazy need to be locked in cages | |
| Raah you feel it | |
| Yeah I'm light skinned vanilla | |
| Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas | |
| Whole planet gone ape | |
| Understand from afar Nashville to the "Lone Star State" | |
| Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater | |
| This is where you belong strong you gon' be great | |
| Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt | |
| Fast like a gun blast drawn out | |
| The sounds in leaps and bounds flush out clowns creeps and hounds | |
| Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse: Bonafide] | |
| I was born in the cold | |
| Moved to the heat | |
| Got used to the flame | |
| Now I spit it on beat | |
| I was raised in the womb | |
| Groomed by Christ | |
| With a gift to raise souls from the tomb | |
| Please don’t assume | |
| We ain't tryna take the slot | |
| Blow the spot | |
| Worldwide still parta the plot | |
| Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game | |
| But everything I hear yall soundin the same | |
| From the beats to the videos | |
| Clothes and look | |
| Same concept for your flows and hook | |
| See these round here they can raise the dead | |
| So come on everybody now bob your head | |
| Y'all need to heed these words from the wise | |
| Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya | |
| Got truth for hire | |
| Can you stand the fire? | |
| To see you come alive that’s my desire now | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse: Bonafide] | |
| Boy looka here | |
| Have you ever heard a dead man talk before? | |
| You ever seen a dead man walk before? | |
| You ever heard dead man lock the flow? | |
| Like these before | |
| We raised the qou' | |
| [Verse: Coffee] | |
| Now my time flip make time change | |
| You knew another record would hit | |
| Explode and make your brains hang | |
| Peep my language of my dialect | |
| Circulate like a boomerang | |
| Man what did you expect? |
| Intro | |
| We are gunna play the cut right now | |
| And it' s gunna be a very very big hit... | |
| Chorus: Grits | |
| He feel it she feel it we feel it hey! | |
| So round and round we go | |
| He feel it she feel it we feel it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| He gon' get up she gon' get up we gon' get up | |
| Lockin' down the joint ' til the playa haters shut up | |
| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks | |
| Imitate but can' t get it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| Verse: Coffee | |
| My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt | |
| No more room in the pan i cook up rhymes in a bigger pot | |
| On a roll, what you figure got | |
| Tricks up my sleeve you wont believe | |
| My story weave to a thicker plot | |
| Words leep off pages hop on stages | |
| We crazy need to be locked in cages | |
| Raah you feel it | |
| Yeah I' m light skinned vanilla | |
| Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas | |
| Whole planet gone ape | |
| Understand from afar Nashville to the " Lone Star State" | |
| Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater | |
| This is where you belong strong you gon' be great | |
| Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt | |
| Fast like a gun blast drawn out | |
| The sounds in leaps and bounds flush out clowns creeps and hounds | |
| Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse: Bonafide | |
| I was born in the cold | |
| Moved to the heat | |
| Got used to the flame | |
| Now I spit it on beat | |
| I was raised in the womb | |
| Groomed by Christ | |
| With a gift to raise souls from the tomb | |
| Please don' t assume | |
| We ain' t tryna take the slot | |
| Blow the spot | |
| Worldwide still parta the plot | |
| Everybody talking ' bout changin' the game | |
| But everything I hear yall soundin the same | |
| From the beats to the videos | |
| Clothes and look | |
| Same concept for your flows and hook | |
| See these round here they can raise the dead | |
| So come on everybody now bob your head | |
| Y' all need to heed these words from the wise | |
| Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya | |
| Got truth for hire | |
| Can you stand the fire? | |
| To see you come alive that' s my desire now | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse: Bonafide | |
| Boy looka here | |
| Have you ever heard a dead man talk before? | |
| You ever seen a dead man walk before? | |
| You ever heard dead man lock the flow? | |
| Like these before | |
| We raised the qou' | |
| Verse: Coffee | |
| Now my time flip make time change | |
| You knew another record would hit | |
| Explode and make your brains hang | |
| Peep my language of my dialect | |
| Circulate like a boomerang | |
| Man what did you expect? |
| Intro | |
| We are gunna play the cut right now | |
| And it' s gunna be a very very big hit... | |
| Chorus: Grits | |
| He feel it she feel it we feel it hey! | |
| So round and round we go | |
| He feel it she feel it we feel it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| He gon' get up she gon' get up we gon' get up | |
| Lockin' down the joint ' til the playa haters shut up | |
| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks | |
| Imitate but can' t get it | |
| Aaaah here we go | |
| Verse: Coffee | |
| My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt | |
| No more room in the pan i cook up rhymes in a bigger pot | |
| On a roll, what you figure got | |
| Tricks up my sleeve you wont believe | |
| My story weave to a thicker plot | |
| Words leep off pages hop on stages | |
| We crazy need to be locked in cages | |
| Raah you feel it | |
| Yeah I' m light skinned vanilla | |
| Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas | |
| Whole planet gone ape | |
| Understand from afar Nashville to the " Lone Star State" | |
| Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater | |
| This is where you belong strong you gon' be great | |
| Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt | |
| Fast like a gun blast drawn out | |
| The sounds in leaps and bounds flush out clowns creeps and hounds | |
| Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse: Bonafide | |
| I was born in the cold | |
| Moved to the heat | |
| Got used to the flame | |
| Now I spit it on beat | |
| I was raised in the womb | |
| Groomed by Christ | |
| With a gift to raise souls from the tomb | |
| Please don' t assume | |
| We ain' t tryna take the slot | |
| Blow the spot | |
| Worldwide still parta the plot | |
| Everybody talking ' bout changin' the game | |
| But everything I hear yall soundin the same | |
| From the beats to the videos | |
| Clothes and look | |
| Same concept for your flows and hook | |
| See these round here they can raise the dead | |
| So come on everybody now bob your head | |
| Y' all need to heed these words from the wise | |
| Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya | |
| Got truth for hire | |
| Can you stand the fire? | |
| To see you come alive that' s my desire now | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse: Bonafide | |
| Boy looka here | |
| Have you ever heard a dead man talk before? | |
| You ever seen a dead man walk before? | |
| You ever heard dead man lock the flow? | |
| Like these before | |
| We raised the qou' | |
| Verse: Coffee | |
| Now my time flip make time change | |
| You knew another record would hit | |
| Explode and make your brains hang | |
| Peep my language of my dialect | |
| Circulate like a boomerang | |
| Man what did you expect? |
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