“Win the War”

Written and Produced by Grip Grand/ G. Winogrond for Broakland Music, BMI

(Adlibs) 

Verse 1:

We came to splash on the scene this year

Cookin’ audio crack, back to convert some new fiends this year

We Splack Packin’ on ‘em

Accurate verse, spit a razor

Subscribe to the Broke Times—Don’t get the paper!

This is ’89, sucker, so duck

We want the cones to pop

And blow the speaker-box outta your truck

Time’s up, hard rocks, too

We walk to the beat of a different drummer

In the winter, and summer when it’s hot, too

Do what I got to

Make it brand new like Lord J, Alamo, Grand Pu, and Sadat do

Don’t let ‘em spot you…

“Yo, there that motherfucker go. I told you I was gonna get you!”

Got you!

Try it, man

Strong-fist Grip, call me Iron Hands

Hop out the fryin’ pan into the lion’s den

Piratin’ my flows ‘cuz they know that my styles have been

Nuts like my balls, ‘cuz you all keep your eye on them

This is supreme shit, Rec League home-team shit

Think I’m not? Y’all got denial like Egypt

It’s no secret

When the time comes, it’ll be Grip

Risin’ from the slums like a phoenix

You wanna get sixteen on the remix?

Hit me up. “666” is the prefix

Deep in the B which

Is my hometown, never leave it,

Writin’ Grip Grand in the ce-ment

What!

Chorus:

Broakland stay up late and get drunk (get drunk)

Go to work still smellin’ like skunk

‘Cuz I got a half-ounce in the trunk

Man, I plead the fifth!

I’m in the lab like a Petri dish,

Singin’

This is the way we win the war!

This is the way we win the war!

Who’s that?

Broakland, they want more

Move back!

They want the hardcore

Bridge:

Did you really think you could compete with me?

I would never let a wack rapper speak to me

You’re not even at your peak, you need

To be backin’ up, and plus practicin’ frequently

Because this is the way we get the dough

Unless you downloaded the flow, and if so, you better

Move back!

(Yo, son, you need to back the fuck up!)

You don’t want to lose that…

No, no, no, no!

Verse 2:

It’s no end to the madness

We slide out of town

In a cloud of alcohol fumes, blunt smoke, and bad checks

I told son wait the weekend to cash it

Then split with the dough and no forwarding address

Exit!

Get into the booth on some next shit

Hectic! Better get insured—call Progressive

Yes it’s closer to the edge than “The Message”

Broakland die tryin’ to get rich

I guess Grip is platinum if less is more

‘Cuz I ain’t sold jack in the record store

I’m just tryin’ to make miracles

I’m also tryin’ to get a new car

If Jesus walks, I ain’t tryin’ to make spirituals

We live in a scary world

Let’s take it back, ’89, junior High, Ice Cube had a jheri curl

New Edition “Mr. Telephone Man” and “Candy Girl”

Cool it now

You need to back that ass up like Juvenile

Ha!

Chorus:

Broakland stay up late and get drunk (get drunk)

Go to work still smellin’ like skunk

‘Cuz I got a half-ounce in the trunk

Man, I plead the fifth!

I’m in the lab like a Petri dish

Singin’

This is the way we win the war!

This is the way we win the war!

Who’s that?

Broakland, they want more

Move back!

They want the hardcore

“Win the War” appears on the Grip Grand album Brokelore (2008).