Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrical Grind, artist - Mike Jones. Album song Dirty South All Stars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lyrical Grind |
| It’s our time to shine and make a million |
| We are the ones that bump and grind all day |
| So, we’re ghetto children |
| I come so hard, they put a straitjacket on my tongue |
| Bust flows with handcuffs on my lungs |
| Didn’t have a gun, but the blast still stung |
| Didn’t have a rope, but his ass still hung |
| Living in the ghetto, no time to smile |
| Laws and player haters, get placed in one pile |
| By the time they realized, they legs were chopped off |
| My foes, had already ran 21 miles |
| When it’s time to hit the streets, I ain’t got no friend |
| We’re all living in sin, multiplied by ten |
| Down to spit a word at the speed of the wind |
| And never be ashamed to tell you hoes I punched in |
| You came to the table ready to throw quick |
| Wanna see how aggravated my lyrical flow get |
| Got jacked looking for a new target to go hit |
| (You be rapping your ass off K), no shit |
| I see I gotta be the one, to let the world know |
| Just because your words rhyme don’t mean you got flow |
| Y’all don’t wanna run up on K and Z-Ro |
| We was writing on your level at the age of 4 |
| Ain’t saying a damn thang talking loud |
| Flows weaker than water still acting proud |
| Every wack ass show you throw, you got mo' |
| Motherfuckers on stage than it is in the crowd |
| On top challengers, I can face those, the coldest in the game, no doubt we rape |
| flows |
| Can you create, tight shit without having to smoke some weed first, |
| oh you can’t case closed |
| I’ma take the game, to levels you never seen |
| Teach you bout delivering, lyrics you never mean |
| Pushing a perpendicular, paragraphs of punishment |
| Mutilating the Devil, and stinging him till you scream |
| Quick to make a lick, then handle the ends |
| Putting tricks to bed, when I’m rattling chins |
| Strangle, hitting from a psychological angle |
| Back door him 'til he feel like he battling twins |
| Been in the game since 1984 |
| Love the underground, fuck the radio |
| Need a billion dollars 'fore I leave out the do' |
| So devils and fake partners, so long they gotta go |
| It’s our time to shine and make a million |
| We are the ones that bump and grind all day |
| So, we’re ghetto children |
| Staying on the grind, all the day long |
| Puffing on a sack, until all the hate gone |
| Steady running, through my veins |
| I gotta go and get a pocket full of change, hustling before all the day gone |
| I been pimping a pen but, probably fluctuation in the nation |
| Of poverty, stricken people |
| So everybody, trying to get a piece of the pie |
| But the pie for white people, in the land of evil |
| Me myself, I’m a goodfella |
| Raining on a hater parade, grab an umbrella |
| Catch you at the light, catch you at the ATM teller |
| Young fella, at his last hour |
| Caught up, in a non sugar coated shower |
| Raw damaging, motherfuckers ain’t managing |
| To get away, from my beam |
| Leave a nigga not standing when, I shoot him and stab him |
| Can’t get away, from my team |
| Ain’t nothing but killers and drug dealers, and blood spillers in one spot |
| Eagle talons hollow points, and regulars in one Glock |
| Take it out, it take one cock |
| Take over the whole city, but begin with one block |
| It’s a promise, of paper will put a pimp plump out a pocket side |
| Motherfucker I’m willing to kill, and willing to die |
| Any nigga willing to try, cause I don’t bar nothing |
| Leaving son of a bitches, in stitches |
| For my riches, cause I’m paid in cash |
| Running up on em, where the wet marijuana square |
| Fried out, who’s gonna save his ass |
| Sick cause I don’t like busting a men, I gotta get my grub on |
| So my family, can get they grub on |
| And when we grubbing, it’s a family affair |
| Gotta get enough grub, for everybody to grub on |
| Everyday all day, on a mission to make that money |
| Gotta get that pay, K dash Rizino and Z-Riggy-Riggy Ro |
| Gon get our share, and fuck ass and for |
| We taking it, leaving bald spots in they hair |
| Life is hard, but it’s fair |
| It’s our time to shine and make a million |
| We are the ones that bump and grind all days so we’re ghetto children |
| Penitentiary chances, taken |
| We’re risking our own lives |
| But now, we pimp a pen all day collecting G’s |
| It’s our time to shine and make a million |
| We are the ones that bump and grind all day so we’re ghetto children |
| Penitentiary chances taken |
| We’re risking our own lives |
| But now, we pimp a pen all day collecting G’s |