Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Grind, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Lights Out, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
On The Grind |
Whaaat |
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones |
Or dope and powder broke, and our sale’s soap and flour |
And most of our customers come up to us daily |
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy — a hustler, baby |
What can I give you? |
I distribute ki’s to the kings |
And z’s to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens |
You need to see Weez — anything you like and I have 'em |
From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums |
I’m the nigga they point to when you hit my av |
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs |
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half |
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' |
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid |
For the white people |
When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people |
And I keep a nine on my waistline |
And I’mma be right on the corner, wodie — I’m gonna grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m tryin' to grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
Nigga, y’all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots |
I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', «Stop!» |
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed |
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee |
And if we beef, we don’t beef long cause we gon' creep all night |
So I hope you don’t sleep all night — we on your street all night |
Say, aw aw, I don’t want your boy to get me shoes |
Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes |
And the bricks move every followin' week |
So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me — got powder or d |
And I shower your streets until your av pass out |
More bricks than «The Three Lil Pigs'» last damn house |
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts |
And issue work for half and just grab that south |
For real, nigga — Weezy Wee tryin' to shine |
From daybreak to nightfall I’m gon' grind |
Tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki’s |
Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks |
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it |
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it |
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue |
And I’ll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move |
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain’t got a bag to lose |
Especially if I don’t like who sent 'em to me and I’mma tax a dude |
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma |
Sometimes I play it sour — what you thought was yay was flour |
I pull whatever for the cheddar — nigga gotta flash and floss |
Drought come around, then it’s jack the cost or jack the boss |
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun |
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run |
I’m tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine |
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
I tell 'em, «Whaaat!!» |
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time |
Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki’s down to dimes |
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine |
Nigga, I’m on the grind |
Look |
Whaaaaaa |