Grillz (dirty) Songtext
von Nelly

Rob the jewelry store and tell ′em make me a grill

Add a whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold
Yo, we ′bout to start a epidemic with this one
Y'all know what this is, So So Def

Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 more at the top
All invisible set and 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 changin′ grillz e'ryday, like Jay change clothes

I might be grilled out nicely (oh) in my white tee (oh)
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife beat′
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′) (say what?)
Eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin')
I got a grill they call, "Penny Candy", you know what that means?
It look like Now ′n′ Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin′ only a crazy man would
So if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood, just say

Smile for me daddy (what you lookin' 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, she said)
Smile for me daddy (what you lookin' at?)
I wanna see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamond and a bottom row′s gold)

What it do baby? (Uh), It's the ice man Paul Wall (yeah)
I got my mouth looking something like a disco ball (yeah)
I got the diamonds and the ice all hand set
I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath (already)

My teeth gleaming like I'm chewing on aluminum foil
Smiling showing off my diamonds sippin′ on some Pinot Noir (baby)
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 carats, 30 stacks let ′em know I'm so for real (for real)
My motivation is them 30 pointers VVS
The frontage in my mouth piece simply symbolize success (that′s right)


I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivating (what?)
But it′s what smile that's got these onlookers spectating (uh)
My mouth piece simply certified, a total package
Open up my mouth and you see more carats than a salad (c′mon)
My teeth are mind blowing, giving everybody chills
Call me George Foreman 'cause I'm selling everybody grillz

Smile for me daddy (what you lookin′ 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, she said)
Smile for me daddy (what you lookin' at?)
I wanna see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamond and a bottom row′s gold)

Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem reds (hey)
Lights gon' hit and make you woozy in ya head (hey)
You can catch me in my Too Short drop
Mob got colors like a Fruit Loop box (c′mon)

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, in the bottom
Got a bill in my mouth like I′m Hillary Rodham

I ain′t dissin' nobody but let′s bring it to da light
Gipp was the first with my mouth bright white (that's right)
These hoes can′t focus 'cause they eyesight blurry
Tippin′ on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry

I got four different sets it's a fabolous 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 lookin′ 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, she said)
Smile for me daddy (what you lookin′ at?)
I wanna see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamond and a bottom row's gold)

Boy, how you get grill that way? (Huh?)
And how much did you pay?
Every time I see you
The first thing I wan′ say is

Smile for me daddy (what you lookin' 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, she said)
Smile for me daddy (what you lookin' at?)
I wanna see your grill (you wanna see my what?)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamond and a bottom row's gold)
C′mon