Grease
B. Gibb Lyrics


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[HOOK]

First you get a stove and get it lit, [400 degrees x2] -

Then you get the working wit ya wrist, [like you Japanese x2] -

Make sure that you cut a little bit, [I need it too breathe x2] -
Turning fish scale into grease, [do that shit wit ease x2] -



[VERSE 1]

I see you niggas flexing, like you got a 100 keys -

You niggas in my city thinking that this shit is sweet -

You niggas think that you can’t get touched in my city please -

Until I pull up on you, wit a switch and let it squeeze -


I’m finna send my niggas on a liq, they call when it’s complete -

Brodie make sure that you kill him, cause he fucks with the police -

All these outta town niggas think they safe up in these streets -

All I did was fuck they bitches, then they told me where they be -


And then bitches told me, how they get the pack from overseas -

That’s what happen when you steady out here fucking on these flees -

You know hoes they love to run they mouth, even on they knees -

Yeah I’m steady on yo ass, My name is Paddle Shifting B -


And I’m still gone line yo ass, even if I get it cheap -

It don’t really matter, cause me and my niggas gotta eat -

Sck my dogs on yo ass, imma let ‘‘em off the leash -

Then I’m sending reapers after that, you not gone Rest In Peace -


I spin the block and spin again, I’m spinning like CD’s -

I wanna see they dead bodies posted on TV -

I’m tryna walk in Johnny Dangs, and cop up on VV’s -

And have these bitches on my dick, Ooweee -



[HOOK]

First you get a stove and get it lit, 400 degrees -

Then you get the working wit ya wrist, like you Japanese -

Make sure that you cut a little bit, I need it too breathe -

Turning fish scale into grease, do that shit wit ease -



[VERSE 2]

This brick of Fetty, finna make a nigga sneeze -

(Uh-chooo)

This shit is purple, imma have to up the fee -

(Times 2)

He want a quarter pound, charge him 33 -
(For the fee)

Just charge it to the game, this shit is not free -

(Not from me)


These prices switch just like my flows you can’t get shit for low -

(Nitnaw)

My shit is gas, and that shit greener then some piccolo -

(Fo sure)

You better off finding a hoe, and going gigolo -

(You hoe)

You can’t afford what I got nigga, yeah I really know -

(Let’s go)


I’m in the club all in my section, with a lot of dough -

Who let that boy up in the club, man that boy gotta go -

I heard that nigga he be ratting, man that boy a hoe -

He bet not come no where close to me, imma up this pole -


Him and his posse full of rats drop me like dominoes -

Watch how I get the fuck up outta there like vamonos-

I can not sit around, I gotta go like adios -

I keep my circle tight, that shit tighter then Cheerios -


We spinning slowly through your block just like a Merry go -

Soon as I see you flip the switch, then imma let it blow -

I stand on everything I say, I hope you really know -

Just know that PSG the movement, I’m the head coach -



[HOOK]

First you get a stove and get it lit, 400 degrees -

Then you get the working wit ya wrist, like you Japanese -

Make sure that you cut a little bit, I need it too breathe -





Turning fish scale into grease, do that shit wit ease -

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Grease" by B. Gibb, is a song that glorifies the drug trade and the high stakes game of dealing. The first verse describes the singer's willingness to use violence against other dealers and their associates. He brags about sending "his niggas on a liq" to kill someone and treats murder as a business expense, claiming "me and my niggas gotta eat." The chorus of the song is all about making crack cocaine from cocaine powder. The singer boasts about being able to "turn fish scale into grease," and gives detailed instructions on how to make crack using a stove, and a flick of the wrist, bragging about how easy it is. The second verse is all about the profits from dealing- even when prices are high, the singer has no problem charging up the fee. He also highlights that his prices are always high, and brags about the quality of his product. The lyrics end with the singer warning others that he is not to be messed with, and that he hopes "you really know" that he is "the head coach" of PSG movement.


Overall, the song seems to glorify the drug trade and violence associated with it. The lyrics make it clear that the singer is a successful member of the drug trade, and he's willing to use violence to protect his money and reputation. The instructions on how to make crack cocaine seem to glamorize the drug, and the repeated hook of getting a stove lit and turning fish scale into grease is a way of making drug dealing sound like a fun and easy way to make money.


Line by Line Meaning

First you get a stove and get it lit, 400 degrees x2
Starting with a hot stove at a temperature of 400 degrees Celsius, set the stage for success.


Then you get the working wit ya wrist, like you Japanese x2
Apply skill through manual dexterity that resembles the precision and speed of skilled Japanese workers.


Make sure that you cut a little bit, I need it too breathe x2
Be careful and accurate in the process of refining and packaging the fish-scale product that is crucial to my business and personal survival.


Turning fish scale into grease, do that shit wit ease x2
Effortlessly and quickly transform raw product into a desirable, high-demand commodity, effortlessly and without hassle.


I see you niggas flexing, like you got a 100 keys
I see other drug dealers flaunting their wealth and pretending to have a vast supply of illegal drugs.


You niggas in my city thinking that this shit is sweet
Other drug dealers in my city think that they are safe and invulnerable.


You niggas think that you can’t get touched in my city please
These dealers mistakenly believe that they are immune to retaliation or violence from other members of the drug trade.


Until I pull up on you, wit a switch and let it squeeze
My response is swift and severe, using sharp and destructive force (and potentially even a gun).


I’m finna send my niggas on a liq, they call when it’s complete
I plan to send my cohorts to carry out a hit-and-run operation, coordinated with my instructions and guidance.


Brodie make sure that you kill him, cause he fucks with the police
Brodie, one of my crew, is tasked with carrying out this violent attack because the other dealer is deemed to be too closely affiliated with law enforcement.


All these outta town niggas think they safe up in these streets
Other dealers who come from out of town think that they can operate safely in my city.


All I did was fuck they bitches, then they told me where they be
To my advantage, I seduced and slept with the women associated with these out-of-town dealers, which allowed me to gather valuable information that I can use to gain leverage and intimidate them.


And then bitches told me, how they get the pack from overseas
The women I slept with revealed to me how the dealers were receiving their supply from foreign (overseas) sources.


That’s what happen when you steady out here fucking on these flees
This is what you can achieve when you are constantly engaging in sexual activity with multiple partners (referred to metaphorically as fleas) and exploiting those relationships to your advantage.


You know hoes they love to run they mouth, even on they knees
Women (slang: hoes) are often talkative and willing to divulge sensitive information even when engaged in sexual activity.


Yeah I’m steady on yo ass, My name is Paddle Shifting B
I am relentless and committed to staying on top of my rivals and competitors, and I go by the name Paddle Shifting B.


And I’m still gone line yo ass, even if I get it cheap
Even if I obtain commodities relatively cheaply, I am still determined to sell at a considerable profit margin.


It don’t really matter, cause me and my niggas gotta eat
The pursuit of profit is a necessary condition for survival and achieving my goals in the drug trade.


Sck my dogs on yo ass, imma let ‘‘em off the leash
I will sick (send) my cohorts (slang: dogs) to inflict harm and leverage my power over rival dealers.


Then I’m sending reapers after that, you not gone Rest In Peace
After sending my cohorts, I will then send even more ruthless and feared enforcers (slang: reapers) to ensure that my rivals do not come back to retaliate against me.


I spin the block and spin again, I’m spinning like CD’s
I am constantly maneuvering and repositioning, and the act of doing so is comparable to spinning compact disks (CDs).


I wanna see they dead bodies posted on TV
I derive satisfaction and pleasure from seeing my rivals and enemies displayed on the news as victims of violence and death.


I’m tryna walk in Johnny Dangs, and cop up on VV’s
I am eager to enter Johnny Dang's jewelry store in Houston and buy a pair of high-end diamond-studded grills (VV's).


And have these bitches on my dick, Ooweee
I will enjoy the attention and admiration of women who are attracted to my wealth and power.


This brick of Fetty, finna make a nigga sneeze
This block of pure product (slang: Fetty) is so potent that it will make someone sneeze as a physical reaction to inhaling the powerful drug.


This shit is purple, imma have to up the fee
The purple-colored product is highly desirable and due to its popularity, the price needs to be increased.


He want a quarter pound, charge him 33
The customer requested a quarter pound of a drug (possibly weed) which I will provide, and for which I will charge $33 (per pound or per gram).


Just charge it to the game, this shit is not free
The price of the product should be considered an essential operating cost and should be considered as such with no expectation of a discount or a grace period.


My shit is gas, and that shit greener then some piccolo
My product is pure and of high quality, and it is even more potent and intense (slang: gas) than it appears to the naked eye.


You better off finding a hoe, and going gigolo
It would be more sensible to find a female customer and become a male prostitute (slang: gigolo) than to try to sell this product at its current price.


You can’t afford what I got nigga, yeah I really know
I am confident that there are few or no other dealers who could afford the product that I have for sale.


I’m in the club all in my section, with a lot of dough
I am spending a lot of money in a strip club, and I am sitting in my private section (sometimes referred to as a VIP section).


Who let that boy up in the club, man that boy gotta go
I demand the expulsion of a young man who somehow managed to gain entry into the club, perhaps due to his undesirable appearance or reputation.


I heard that nigga he be ratting, man that boy a hoe
I have heard that the young man in question has been cooperating with law enforcement and is therefore considered disloyal and weak (slang: a hoe).


He bet not come no where close to me, imma up this pole
If the person in question comes anywhere near me, I will use violence (slang: the pole) to protect myself.


Him and his posse full of rats drop me like dominoes
If I let my guard down, both the young man and his group of associates (slang: posse full of rats) will attempt to harm me or end my career.


Watch how I get the fuck up outta there like vamonos
I will demonstrate quick reflexes and escape the dangerous situation as soon as it arises (slang: like vamonos).


I cannot sit around, I gotta go like adios
I cannot afford to remain in one place for too long, as it increases the chances of being targeted and/or caught (slang: like adios).


I keep my circle tight, that shit tighter then Cheerios
I am selective and exclusive about the people who I let into my inner circle, and that group is more exclusive and loyal (slang: tighter than Cheerios) than any other group of associates.


We spinning slowly through your block just like a Merry go
My crew and I are driving slowly through a rival dealer's territory, which is reminiscent of the slow and relaxing speed of a merry-go-round.


Soon as I see you flip the switch, then imma let it blow
As soon as you (a rival dealer) make any move against me or my associates, I will use violence (slang: let it blow) to defend our group.


I stand on everything I say, I hope you really know
I maintain my position and reputation by upholding my word and my promises.


Just know that PSG the movement, I’m the head coach
The PSG (Presidential Security Group) is the organization that I lead, and I am the head of operations.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Brandyn Rivera

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@dibi11dibi96

Lyrics:
I solve my problems and I see the light
We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go too far
We start believing now that we can be what we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, it's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now but we can be who we are
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble, laced with confusion
What are we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, it's the word
That you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word



All comments from YouTube:

@myristicina.

I think this the best song in the movie honestly

@nataliasilvia4381

RarityMoon Me too :))

@elpman001

100% agree and it's not really close either

@noahburres1963

That’s because it is

@franck25

RarityMoon
I agree !

@itsblitz4437

I did like one of their musical numbers.

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@dibi11dibi96

Lyrics:
I solve my problems and I see the light
We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right
There ain't no danger we can go too far
We start believing now that we can be what we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, it's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now but we can be who we are
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble, laced with confusion
What are we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word, it's the word
That you heard
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Now, grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word

@christophermcgurrin6745

We know

@edinofuentes3936

Gracias. Thanks...for the lyrics

@matteodevittorio9857

Thank you!

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