Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steady Grinding, artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 20.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Steady Grinding |
| Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six |
| But I’m the bird man nigga, need to score some shit |
| I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders |
| And bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood |
| My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods |
| She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood |
| The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin |
| And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin |
| Just bought a new six with bra-less kit |
| Put me on the floor two nines in my hip |
| The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship |
| Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit |
| Got a old and young bitch that’ll take that trick |
| Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip |
| Gave my nigga ??? |
| car go break them bricks |
| Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch |
| KC take this Glock, make will of the spot |
| Tanto, Tito and Wap ya’ll hug the block |
| And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked |
| And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop |
| You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty |
| You could flip a birdy, you could cut it and serve it |
| And I keep it real, and I play the field |
| And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill |
| And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds |
| And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums |
| You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles |
| You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer |
| Look Nigga know that I got that work |
| So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I’m gone |
| So he could break in my housin |
| I’m a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I’m out of town |
| I know he’s here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round |
| I’ll be there pick me up from the port |
| On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I’m goin to score |
| Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a |
| Bag |
| Half a gram for 100 |
| This nigga just don’t know |
| I’m on top of my game |
| Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine |
| That I’ma get that nigga Turk |
| So I got to bust his brains |
| Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again |
| So I gotta handle that mind |
| Get rid of the bitch quick |
| Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt |
| Jack who, take what, from who, not me |
| Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets |
| Hook |
| From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' |
| Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' |
| Blood and Cripp walkin |
| Mack One-0's the name nigga |
| Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side |
| Who Bang is the game nigga |
| Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters |
| Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it |
| I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me |
| And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me |
| I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks |
| Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick |
| Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price |
| And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice |
| I’m reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas |
| U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas |
| Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause |
| We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras |
| Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related |
| I’m a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided |
| From the feet up G’d up is my everyday behavior |
| A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor’s |
| The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight |
| Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night |
| Mack is to much of a rider |
| I could never be a sucker |
| I’ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker |
| Hook |