Grill
MellowHype Lyrics
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Keep smokin'
Bring something new to the table
And I don't want yams because I had some yesterday
But I can smoke grams blaze one almost everyday
And I will shake hands and make plans with a featherweight
Wolf Gang clan sold out when we set a date
Correlate circulate percolate a work of fate it hurts to hate
For me there's no surrogate
Bring the fucking food to the table
And if you get cheese make it provolone or parmesan
Rolling Mary Jane, killers pain in my other arm
Holding on a dame and her main in my other arm
Such a charm, so it's on, smoke til it's gone
Feel withdrawn, These bitches blown
They better call Tyron, about where upon
She's at and um, sit on a bus stop like she do salons
Or bag a bitch for me like she fucking works at Vons
Uh
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, get your money
Never been a buster nigga
I ride with them thuggish niggas
Mellowhigh, Loiter Squad
I ride with them ruggish niggas
Never fuck a bitch up in the bucket, she just suck a nigga
81 box chevy
Dirty seats, dirty sprite
Ridin' dirty through the night
Shining like some pearly whites
Lurking for the popo though
Fuck them punks
Exit out the way I'mma hit the Shake Junt
Hey my nigga G goes smoke eight junts
Kill the bottle, full throttle
Bad bitch still fuck with me
I still fuck with y'all
But we ain't fuck for free
All my wolves we eat feet said we all floss
We boss hogs ain't all talk
Sawed off y'all small talk
Big noise, big toys
Monstertruck,dumpster truck
Fuck the slut in dump and smut
Trash wang, that's what's up (x5)
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
The lyrics of MellowHype's song Grill describe group members Hodgy Beats and Left Brain bringing something new to the table while smoking and enjoying substances like Mary Jane, provolone or parmesan cheese. The song also mentions the Wolf Gang clan, and the line "Klux Klan burn the stage down let it marinate" could be interpreted as a jab at critics who accuse them of promoting violence. The hook, consisting of the repeated phrase "It's the M, the E, the L, the L, the O, the W, the H, the Y, the P, the P, the E," seems to demonstrate the confidence and pride Hodgy Beats and Left Brain have in their collective, Odd Future.
The first verse describes a life that revolves around smoking and meeting up with people. The phrase "shaking hands and make plans with a featherweight" could imply that the group is lightweight, or not to be taken too seriously, despite their apparent swagger. They find bitches to bag and travel on public transportation. The chorus - "It's the M, the E, the L, the L, the O, the W, the H, the Y, the P, the P, the E" - is repeated throughout the song, serving as both an anthem and a reminder of who they are.
The second verse continues to boast about their affiliations with Mellowhigh, Loiter Squad, and other groups. They ride in a dirty, boxy car, shining with pride like their pearly whites. The lyric "All my wolves we eat feet said we all floss" may reference the way members of the Wolf Gang frequently wear full grillz on their teeth, symbolizing their powerful presence. Finally, the lyrics suggest they aspire to be "boss hogs," with "big toys" and no time for "small talk." Overall, the song portrays a group of individuals who are unapologetically themselves and unafraid to speak their minds.
Line by Line Meaning
Keep smokin'
Continue smoking marijuana
Bring something new to the table
Introduce something fresh or different
And I don't want yams because I had some yesterday
I don't want something I've already had
But I can smoke grams blaze one almost everyday
I smoke a lot of marijuana every day
And I will shake hands and make plans with a featherweight
I'll make deals and alliances with weaker people
Wolf Gang clan sold out when we set a date
Our group's integrity was compromised when we agreed to something
Klux Klan burn the stage down let it marinate
We'll destroy our performance venue and let the idea sink in
Correlate circulate percolate a work of fate it hurts to hate
Connect, spread, and brew a destiny of pain
For me there's no surrogate
I don't need any substitutes
Bring the fucking food to the table
Deliver what you promised
And if you get cheese make it provolone or parmesan
If you get money, get a lot of it
Rolling Mary Jane, killers pain in my other arm
I'm rolling joints and holding weapons at the same time
Holding on a dame and her main in my other arm
I'm also holding onto a woman and her partner
Such a charm, so it’s on, smoke til it’s gone
I'm Very charming so let's smoke together until we run out
Feel withdrawn, These bitches blown
I feel isolated and these women are high on drugs
They better call Tyron, about where upon She’s at and um, sit on a bus stop like she do salons
They should ask where a woman is who frequents bus stops and salons
Or bag a bitch for me like she fucking works at Vons
Or pick up a woman for me like a grocery store worker
Never been a buster nigga
I've never been a coward
I ride with them thuggish niggas
I ride with violent people
Mellowhigh, Loiter Squad
Names of rap groups
Dirty seats, dirty sprite
Dirty car seats, and a drug-flavored soda
Ridin' dirty through the night
Driving with drugs in the car at night
Shining like some pearly whites
Looking very beautiful
Lurking for the popo though
Looking out for the police
All my wolves we eat feet said we all floss
All my associates are wealthy and we show off
We boss hogs ain’t all talk
We're not just bragging
Sawed off y'all small talk
We're not interested in your meaningless chatter
Big noise, big toys
We make a lot of noise and have big weapons
Monstertruck,dumpster truck
We have big trucks
Fuck the slut in dump and smut
Have sex with a woman in a dirty place
Trash wang, that's what's up
Our clothing brand is great
It's the M, the E, the L
The L, the O, W, H
The Y, the P, the P, the E
The name of the group MellowHype
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GERARD LONG, VYRON TURNER
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