Grindin' (Remix - Main) feat. N.O.R.E.,Birdman,Lil Wayne

歌詞

(Intro: Pharrell) Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I *sell* it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighbourhood *pusha* Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump *base* like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the *fetti govs* Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Biz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep *deuces* on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the *fuck* I am The jewels is flirting, I be damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music *shit* (Pharrell Williams) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) (Hu-huuh) (Malice) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them *cakes* as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And *disguised in this rap* so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, *topless* Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got *hoes* for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my *weight*, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill *Filthy*, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me (Pharrell Williams) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) (Hu-huuh) (The Clipse) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) *Niggas* better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a *nigga* like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) *Niggas* better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a *nigga* like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't able, there was always *caine* *Four and a half* will get you in the game Anything less is just a *god* damn shame Guess the *weight*, my watch got blue chips in the face *Glock* with two *tips* whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rest by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grindin' (Pusha-T overlapping Malice) I move *caine* like a cripple Balance *weight* through the hoods kids call me *Mr. Sniffles* Other hand on my *nickel* *Plated* whistle, one eye closed I'll *hit* you As if was Slick Rick my *aim* is still an issue Lose your soul in, whichever *palm* I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack (Pharrell Williams) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) (Hu-huuh) (The Clipse) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) *Niggas* better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a *nigga* like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) *Niggas* better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a *nigga* like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)