Lyrics Grindin' - Clipse, Sean Paul, Bless

Grindin'

From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whipped un-whipped, it’s soft or hard
I’m the, neighborhood 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 Feddy Govs
Sorry my love, what I’m seeing through these eyes
Benz 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 tryna show y’all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting, 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
(Ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Huh-huh
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
Then disguise it as 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 wholes for a dozen
Even 11−5 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 never mind me
(Ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Huh-huh
Grindin' (whoa)
You know what I keep in a lining (whoa)
Niggas better stay in line when (whoa)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!)
Grindin' (whoa)
You know what I keep in a lining (whoa)
Niggas better stay in line when (whoa)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!)
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 goddamn 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 rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I’m grindin'
I move 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed, I’ll hit you
As if I 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
(Ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Grindin' (ahh)
Huh-huh
Grindin' (whoa)
You know what I keep in a lining (whoa)
Niggas better stay in line when (whoa)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!)
Grindin' (whoa)
You know what I keep in a lining (whoa)
Niggas better stay in line when (whoa)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!)