All N My Grill - Missy Elliott, Big Boi

Don’t explain, you never change

Same old thang, same old game

Say ya want to be wit' me

But show me my ring, baby, let me think

I been in the cold

The story untold about to unfold

How do you expect me

To ever believe you want be wit' me

Why you all in my grill?

(Why you all in?)

Can you pay my bills?

(Can you pay my bills?)

Let me know if you will (Let me know, me know)

'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

Talk is talk, and talk is cheap

Tell it to her, don’t say it to me

'Cause I know I’m in control

See, Trix are for kids, and boo I’m too old

Go 'head with your games

Don’t ever come back to me again

Where you go, remember me

I’m the best thing in history

Why you all in my grill?

(Why, why, why?)

Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills?)

Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)

'Cause a chick gotta live

(A chick got to live, ooh yeah)

Third time (Third time)

I moved you in, took you back

In my life (I was a fool)

I don’t know what’s wrong with me

Third time (Third time)

I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)

Why you all in my grill?

(All in my grill)

Can you pay my bills?

(Can you pay my bills, yeah)

Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)

'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah)

Why you all in my grill?

Can you pay my bills?

(Ooh, pay my bills)

Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)

'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

If you want me, where’s my dough?

Give me money, buy me clothes

No need for talking, have my dough

Where’s my money?

Where’s my clothes?

If you want me, where’s my dough?

Give me money, buy me clothes

No need for talking, have my dough?

(Aight, uh)

Where’s my money?

Where’s my clothes?

Why you all in my grill?

I’m thinkin' it’s time to chill

Yeah, but you wanna drill, though

I couldn’t even step out the baby blue Bonneville

Cuz you be tryin' to kill my ho, my girlfriend

And people around me is tellin' me that you’s a stalker

Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker

I told you I was the street talker

It ain’t my fault you gave me your Victoria’s Secret’s

And your Frederick’s

You wanted the Waldorf Astoria

But instead I took you to Cedric’s, to entertain you

To give you to the «G», and never claim you

Me and Missy, we gettin' straight pissy

And oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too

You blamin' who?

You namin' who?

I know you ain’t bringin' that lame crew

Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax

G pretty D, are they same, boo

But I’m backed by the Dungeon Family

So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me

Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee

And Bobby Boucher yo' ass, G

Yeah, yeah, huh