Grand Finale
Bun B Lyrics


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"yeah! (yeah!)
It's been a long journey getting' to
This motherfuckin' point of this crunk juice shit. (what?!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggas
(last shit niggas!) and I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
It's the motherfuckin' grand finale!
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freeser, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
Take the coke from coca-cola
Hold the rollers, the king of the trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
Nigga just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like farhrenheit 9/11

I'm a speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ma get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggas'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' crunk juice, blowin' dutchies in the chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bessie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody can rock but d-block rock steady (d-block!)
Fed's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than new york insurance
Try to keep shit clean like florence
Moved on up on the east side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggas, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggas

I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "this lil' nigga's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you niggas pussy as the moulan rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a g when I came
That's the way I remain

Who besides the egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dassle 'em, like the alderman, billy dee in mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest the almighty can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? for what? they screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of kalan gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya
Mama say mama sa mu makasa, fly to cuba
To chill with some politi-kill niggas who ill
'cause y'all niggas are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to mr. bad guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make nas mad just in case cross
'cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb gnc don't carry

Who the fuck is that? it's ice cube motherfucka'
He's a maniac, no I'm a fool motherfucka'
Old school motherfucka', blow through a motherfucka'
What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka'
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggas get shittay when I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like, she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as to, but I'm not an eagle
Bitch, I roll with rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you motherfuckas kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
Even if the da is a piece'a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another white bitch lyin' on thee black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'lacs
Give niggas flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggas get out and vanish like star treks
So fuckin' incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal




And that's my report comin' straight from cali
Ice cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' grand finale

Overall Meaning

The Grand Finale is a song by Bun B, Fat Joe, Ice Cube, Lil Jon, Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz, Nas, and T.I. in the genre of hip-hop, released in 2004. This song is the last track on Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz's album, "Crunk Juice." The song is about the seven rappers flaunting their success as they rap about their experiences and hustles, which earned them their success.


The lyrics of the song describe the rappers' journey to success and fame, with particular emphasis on their hustles. They mention growing doja in an underwater garden, making hash in the oven, drying yayo, and putting yayo in a hot plate. The rappers also mention their hard work in the music industry, building a clientele that doesn't require networking. The hustles are presented as things they are experts at, having done it since the crackas decided to take the coke from Coca Cola.


Line by Line Meaning

It's been a long journey getting' to This motherfuckin' point of this crunk juice shit. (what?!) But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggas (last shit niggas!) and I got five of the hottest motherfuckin' Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! It's the motherfuckin' grand finale!
After a long journey, we have finally reached the last song of this crunk music era. And I have brought together five of the best Emcees in the world to deliver that gangsta music. This is the grand finale!


We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (okay) When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (man), put yayo in the hot plate Drain and dry in the freeser, it's obvious we got weight
We are secretly growing marijuana in a hidden basement garden. We are drying it in a bank shed until it becomes hard. Then we turn it into hash using an oven. We also cook cocaine on a hot plate and freeze it to remove any impurities. It's clear that we have a significant amount of drugs.


I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (let's go) We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We consider hard work as easy with the experience we have, even when it comes to illegal activities. We have a loyal customer base, so we don't need to actively seek new clients. We always have drugs available, so we don't need to buy them from anyone else. If you're not getting your drugs from us, you're likely to be cheated by others.


We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to Take the coke from coca-cola Hold the rollers, the king of the trill The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel Nigga just sound the bell
We are particularly skilled in preparing and selling cocaine. We have been refining it since the authorities removed cocaine from Coca-Cola. We have the necessary equipment and knowledge to handle drugs. We are the kings of the streets, capable of facing any challenge. Just let us know when you're ready to fight.


Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves We gonna start exposin' off like farhrenheit 9/11
We can't openly display our weapons in this illegal game, but I enjoy the hustle. We have surpassed the stage of just pushing drugs and it's time to take more aggressive action. I have a disguise, a firearm, and once I find the gloves, we will start revealing our true power, just like in the documentary Fahrenheit 9/11.


I'm a speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy I'ma get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
I will speak clearly because I don't think they truly understand me. The only thing I fear is being accused of a criminal conspiracy. I will deliver my message directly to you. It doesn't matter what you wear, bullets will easily penetrate through you.


If you stressin' to get buried My niggas'll send you back to the essence in a hurry Sippin' crunk juice, blowin' dutchies in the chevy Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
If you're eager for confrontation, my associates will quickly send you back to the afterlife. We casually drink crunk juice and smoke marijuana in the car. Don't try to understand me, I may seem small, but I carry a significant weight in this world.


Yellow lemonheads in the bessie of the presi' And yeah, anybody can rock but d-block rock steady (d-block!) Fed's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants So I get higher than new york insurance
I have fancy yellow jewels in the luxurious car. And yeah, anyone can pretend to be tough, but the members of D-Block remain steady and unmovable. Law enforcement doesn't need warrants because everyone is providing them with information. So, I get higher than the skyscrapers insured in New York.


Try to keep shit clean like florence Moved on up on the east side 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real niggas, if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggas
I try to maintain a clean image like the city of Florence. I moved to the upscale East Side because I never gave up and always persevered. Everyone around me is genuine and trustworthy. If I ever get permission to carry a weapon, it's essentially a license to take someone's life if necessary.


I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused All spectators can say is, "this lil' nigga's a fool"
I have a strong determination to never lose. I prefer to defeat these weak individuals and make them feel down. I take away their valuables, showing them the consequences of their actions. I bring out weapons to intimidate groups and make them unsure how to act. Spectators can only watch and admire, recognizing that I am a dangerous individual.


A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed Better prove, you niggas pussy as the moulan rouge So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
I have a quick temper and some unstable mental states, with some loose screws in my head. You better prove yourself because you're as weak as the characters in the movie Moulin Rouge. So, who is guarding whom? You know who I am to you, what I am capable of. Going against me is just too unfair.


'cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Wherever you perform, there will always be people connected to me in the audience. Now you know I'm not alone, I have ten people with me. They may not be as powerful as God, but they can still make you fear for your life. You're running away, with no time to waste.


Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys are gonna be indecent affair Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
We will catch you, ready to be buried, and we will melt the grease in your hair. When I die, the people left behind will engage in unethical behavior. I assure you, no genuine individuals will be left alive. At your funeral, only your parents and the preacher attended, while others were afraid to show up.


Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
Hollow is an empty vessel, desperately trying to gain attention by mentioning others on television. I don't even need to say anything, because you are ruining your own reputation. You will receive the consequences you deserve for disrespecting the rap game. Any individual who has the audacity to mention someone else's name in a negative way.


When that other man ain't even present And deny it when somebody ask him about it That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic Hide behind fame, I was a g when I came That's the way I remain
When you talk about someone who isn't even there to defend themselves, then deny it when questioned, you're just a coward. You enjoy lying on the microphone, using your fame as a shield. I was a gangster from the beginning, and that's how I will always be.


Who besides the egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune I dassle 'em, like the alderman, billy dee in mahogany, minus the perm From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest the almighty can muster
Apart from myself, no one else can cause such intense reactions from individuals. My very existence causes problems and brings bad luck to my enemies. I dazzle them, just like the alderman character played by Billy Dee in the movie Mahogany, but without the hairstyle. My power originates from the smallest beginning, but it is the mightiest force that even God can produce.


Project prophet, chronic blockage gives alzheimer's to youngsters Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? for what? they screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of kalan gro in pimp mode
I am like a prophet from the projects, my presence causes confusion and memory loss in young individuals. Even I can't remember all the conflicts I have with others. They make angry facial expressions towards me without any reason. My partner has provided me with drugs. I live a luxurious lifestyle with beautiful women in a weakly built condo in the southern part of Kalan Gro, fully embracing the pimping lifestyle.


The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya Mama say mama sa mu makasa, fly to cuba
The flashy glow on his clothes indicates that he has won the battle. The impact of the hammer on the firing pin, then the pin on the bullet shell, will eventually cause the bullet to strike and harm you. I try my best to maintain control over you, and I hope you do the same. I remember my mother saying a phrase that means we can fly to Cuba as a way to escape from our problems.


To chill with some politi-kill niggas who ill 'cause y'all niggas are losers, don't get comfortable nigga Say hello to mr. bad guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
I will go to Cuba to relax with some politically dangerous individuals who excel in causing harm. Because you guys are a bunch of losers, don't feel too comfortable. Say hi to Mr. Bad Guy, because I will make a lot of money and be the last person you will ever encounter. So, here you go, you can listen to these thoughts.


Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost So when y'all done with my style, please break me off But never make nas mad just in case cross 'cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy To calm my nerve I need the herb gnc don't carry
Anyway, I am now charging other emcees a higher fee for using my style. So, when you're done copying my style, please give me my fair share. But never make me angry, just in case you dare to cross me. Because lately, you guys have been disappointing me and not making me happy. To calm my nerves, I need marijuana, which is not available at GNC stores.


Who the fuck is that? it's ice cube motherfucka' He's a maniac, no I'm a fool motherfucka' Old school motherfucka', blow through a motherfucka' What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka'
Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube, motherfucker! He is often seen as a maniac, but in reality, he's just a fool. He represents the old school and can easily defeat his enemies. Don't believe everything you've heard about this real nigga, motherfucker!


See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50 See, niggas get shittay when I come to their cittay When I hit the spot that bitch they like, she cummin' with me
I have both an unattractive and attractive side, I can be polished and gritty. I have better shooting skills than the person who attempted to kill 50 Cent. When I arrive in someone's city, they become scared and nervous. When I enter a place, the women there are immediately attracted to me and want to be with me.


Cause I got an ego big as to, but I'm not an eagle Bitch, I roll with rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie I told you motherfuckas kobe didn't take that pussy Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
I have a massive ego, but I'm not arrogant like an eagle. Bitch, I hang out with Rigo because gangsters don't dance, we boogie. I already warned you motherfuckers that Kobe Bryant didn't take that woman without her consent. Focus on making money and getting paid, that's the way to succeed.


Even if the da is a piece'a shit Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit Another white bitch lyin' on thee black dick I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'lacs Give niggas flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
Even though the district attorney is worthless, be cautious. Don't consume the drugs from Colorado called movatos, they're no good. Another white woman is falsely accusing a black man of sexual misconduct. I keep things moving smoothly, just like flipping flapjacks and being a successful pimp. I make people remember their past mistakes and feel uncomfortable.


When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack Niggas get out and vanish like star treks So fuckin' incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal
When I land on the tarmac, it feels like a carjacking. People quickly step out and disappear like in Star Trek. I am incredibly impressive and highly renowned. No matter what happens, I will never cooperate with the federal authorities.


And that's my report comin' straight from cali Ice cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' grand finale
And that's my message coming straight from California. Ice Cube is the best in this fucking grand finale!




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROBIN MAYS, IRVING LORENZO, NASIR JONES, LORENZO PATTERSON, ANDRE ROMEL YOUNG, EARL SIMMONS, CLIFFORD SMITH

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@rosesarered2285

Cube really snapped, I never forget his verse

@alwilliamblackburn8275

Cube went da hardest

@IamtheSantana

Yeah he closed the song out perfectly ‼️

@charlesjones900

Facts

@charlesjones900

Facts

@charlesjones900

Tip did his thing too

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@blackopscrypto5884

Sorry but hands down this was one of the best representations of the full scope of hip hop from every corner of America. This song does not get the recognition it deserves! One of the top ten best hip hop collaborations EVER!!!!!!!! Everybody murdered this track. FLAWLESSLY! And the beat was straight FIRE!!!!!

@curtssallee9807

😊

@rakimonthemic1

i agree , but i think that's better
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsbJSugZPHU

@wulaeofthetengu8336

Only thing missing is Eminem or Tech N9ne for the Midwest.

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