Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grindin', artist - Clipse. Date of issue: 31.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |
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| 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) |
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| 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) |
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| 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!) |