Paul Wall - Grillz What it do, baby? (Uh), it's the iceman, Paul Wall (yeah) I got my mouth lookin' somethin' like a disco ball (yeah) I got the diamonds and the ice, all hand set I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath (already) My teeth gleamin', like I'm chewin' on aluminum foil Smilin', showin' off my diamonds, sippin' on some potent oil I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill 20 carats, 30 stacks, let 'em know, I'm so fo' real (yeah) My motivation is them 30 pointers, VVS The frontage in my mouthpiece simply symbolize success (that's right) I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivatin' (wut?) But it's my smile that got these onlookers spectatin' (wow) My mouthpiece simply certified a total package Open up my mouth, and you see more carrots than a salad (c'mon, man) My teeth are mind blowin' givin' everybody chills Call me George Foreman (Joe), 'cause I'm sellin' everybody grills Smile for me, daddy (woo! What you lookin' at? Uh) Let me see ya grill (let me see my what?) Ya, ya grill (uh), ya, ya, ya grill Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill