All N My Grill (european Version) lyrics

Artist  : Mc Solaar 
Song : All N My Grill (european Version)
 
												
														   [Missy - Verse One] 

 Don't explain, you never change 

 Same old thing, 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 won't be wit' me 

 

 [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] 

 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, let me
know) 

 Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got
to live) 

 

 [Missy - Verse Two] 

 Talk is talk, and talk is cheap 

 Tell it to her, don't say it to me 

 Cuz I know, I'm in control 

 See tricks 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 

 

 [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] 

 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)


 Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick got to live, ooh
yea) 

 

 [Bridge One - Missy (Nicole)] 

 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 

 

 [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] 

 Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my
grill) 

 Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills, yea)


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

 Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got
to live, yea) 

 

 [Bridge Two - Missy] 

 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 

 (repeat) 

 

 [MC Solaar] 

 Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer 

 De comte en plante ta salopette rosagu 

 shoot quand y'a des canettes, y'a plus d'bisou


 Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz biz
de bijoux 

 Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, ne vit-on pas


 sale top du top salsa plus Merco Classe A 

 Je braquerais les banques, toutes, tu ferais
banqueroute 

 Boufferais des casse-crotes juste pour paver
d'or ta route 

 J'jouerais  cache-cache pour trouver l'cash 

 Userais de la calache, de la tchatche,
j'vendrais mme du hash 

 Solaar trip j'excde clean honnte et net 

 T'offrira des tas d'poupes pleines de p'tites
ppettes 

 J'aurais les poches vides, portrais le mme jean


 Lverais mon verre  la tienne, tu diras
tchin-tchin 

 T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait
briller 

 Joueras au monopoly avec des vrai billets 

 

 (music till fade)