Duration: 2:15

a song for grants birthday LYRICS ay yo, check it, rep it, reck it, 1, 2, 3, 4 grants up in college, all alone, in his dorm. he aint the asshole type he can treat you girls right hope he stays away from wow we dont need him yelling kite syke, his priorities are strait been bboy for 2 years and at boxer as of late should we call him grant the great nah... d.i.b.s. will be his fate went thru many names one was mr chang. crawlin on da floor, lookin for change. Master of excuses, always droppin dueces. Heres some pepto bismol, y dont you try and use it. ay yo hi, surprise, goodbye, 6, 7, 8. lived here 18 years and now he's out of state. if you girls catch a look, just ask him on a date. If he starts to wonder why just say that it was fate. so what happened 5 well thats when he was born 7 days earlier he moved into his dorm and that is what this rap is for all im trying to say now is, happy birthday once more. "My body's sore!" excuse number 1, he had many excuses not to have fun. Thats why hes lone ranger still my friend, but seems like a stranger. barely takin chances stayin out of danger reppin his bandana thinkin hes gangster Now hes up in college, which really sucks well always remember that moment DONT TOUCH MY DUCK!