[Intro]
Yo Malik Blunt
[B] Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
[B] Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Word, that was trippy
Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
[T] Word, organix, groovy stew grits
With cheese, and mad honey
That ain't nuttin man!
[T] That's the grits that needs cash man!
I like my grits with sugar man
[B] I like them with BUTTER
Sweet and smooth man

[Hook x4]
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Now, me? I'm out to get the grits more than a little bit
If I said, "Don't get it, black," you know I'd be a hypocrite
Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit
Rated with the X is the X-tra X-plicit grits
I, slides, AND slips, AND dives, AND dips
Into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker
But take the raincoats for the oats
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
With butter, you slip up in the grits and make 'em other
Some people call it skins but grits is the other term
That you gots to learn to keep up on all the scoop
I get a little ends, but never spends loot for the wiggle
Some immature kids like to laugh so, they giggle
For the grits and when they get close, they start skitzin'
Not this kid, because I switched and flipped and
Changed the position that I hits in-side
I glide, words can't describe how I move, be
Like hittin' a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so!
Yo, black, here's a bit of advice:
Your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away
From the grits getter
[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: Malik B.]
Yeah, I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it
To be specific, I won't lick it so get the ticket
Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins
In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch
You, know I use my mark like the one on Noah's Ark
But if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my bark
Guess I haves to rest my lumber for the next number to sum
But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin' deep
Peep this hick whose name was Vickie, gettin' tricky, rather slicky
Her performance showed endurance
She said, "Me like to licky licky"
Body more gracious or should I say bodacious
Took my order then she sorta served me like she was a waitress
Never will I say that she was tasteless
Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused 'cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move, I puts my shoes on
Protection, against infection
Erect projections travels south in your mouth
Like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent
She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince"
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I enter from the center is adventurous
Imprint on you dentures when I bust
Or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schizophrenic
Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin' on a Planet
I don't got a Beama or a Jetta, see Kareem-a alla netta?
Malik is the slick grits getter
[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: ?uestion]
I would be lyin' if I told you I could not
Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon
Then add some butter with the quickness
I might get a bit smoother if you move her to a better position
That's probably what she wishin'
You can add some groovy spices to give it extra
But my advice is to first let it simmer
Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool
'Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner
Humans gotta know that I keep my bowl full of grits
Swingin' with their daughters while their parents throwin' fits
Tellin' me to change my diet plan, to Bran cereal
Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work
In fact, it made my milk kinda sour
Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer
That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic
'Cause if it's artificial, I panic

[Hook x4]

[Bridge: Pazi Plant]
Yo man, what about me man?
*everybody clowns*
Yo man, just pass your grits down man
(You needs to eat Gerber man)
[Verse 4: Pazi Plant]
Who gets the grits? Now, let me tell ya
A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
Daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir
Kick a cat but I won't lick a cat, I'll figure
I'd rather play the thigh kisser, sister
I don't die swift and yo, I'm not a quitter
So, umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and trace
My way to the right nip and left nip then sip
Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hats
From the back, then flee to the next block
To knock off socks, yo, you know my props
So, father, don't bother
'Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got

[Hook x4]