Pretty Ricky: Grill 'em

We, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars[Chorus]Got blue ice in our chainGot blue ice in our teethNow show yo grill manGrill em, grill em, grill em, (show yo grill man)Grill em, grill em, grill em, grill emWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsGot blue ice in our chainGot blue ice in our teethNow show yo grill manGrill em, grill em, grill em, (show yo grill man)Grill em, grill em, grill em, grill em, (show yo grill man)[Baby Blue]I got a blue ImpalaOn some blue reamsWhen Im stompin in New York I wear my blue TimsIm a blue star, rapper not a singerI got blue leather interior and blue power rangersBlue diamonds in my grill, blue underwearNew blue socks, blue rocks in my watchBlue air force ones when Im chillin wit NellyGot girls puttin I love u Baby Blue cross they bellyBaby Blue being true for dat Baby Blue clueAint no proof getting these chicken looseI bet they doPretty Ricky and PitbullTellin Miami wat they doIm a gangsta 4-0 GInterior sittin on Guicci seatsI rub my cuts, my Nikes cleanBaby Blue, Pretty RickyMan not be,beYou see, I see, you seeBaby got blue ice in my teethAnd I see, you see, we beCrusin round da block in a blue BentleyWith no show fa, keeping a costa, in a hostaU in yo testrostaWe crusin in a end a coasta[Chorus][Spectacular]Blue Bentley wit da blue reamsCustomized wit da chromed grillPlatinum chain wit da blue gymsBlue fitted wit da blue TimsBlue stars to click da claimBlue ice all in my chainBlue panties comin off yo dameBlue cards like a poker gameChevy on 20s and Im shininHangin out my car cause Im always clowninAnything I see that I want Im a buyinAnd if Im lyin, Im flyinRight now we got da biggest dealPicture this forty millKeep em thinking thats how it isSo open yo mouth, show yo grill[Chorus][Slick Em]Give me a blue verse (blue verse)Wit da blue skirts (wit da blue skirts)Baby blue cut seats, got to make it work (got to make it work)Blue diamonds in my teeth (my teeth)Blue diamonds in my chain (my chain)Dont like it, dont talk to the game playaIm off da chain (Im off da chain)Now yall cant mess wit a ballaFine girls check boys, yall know we got emPass da one on da testWe gone get em allHomeboy u softer than cottonNow u have a problem huhCause people round here loose life everdayDats M-I-A, dats kind of ya day likeGive me my money, forget da fameNow Slick Em down wit da niggaDem boys got lyrics dats lethalLick you, hit you, and flip youLeavin you cripple where you stand playaI bet you a hater, I bet you afenderIts sarcasmSpec, Pleasure, Baby Blue, and Slick EmAnd we dem Blue Stars playas[Chorus]