Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grindin', artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Grindin' |
| If you like what you see, make a movie |
| Get ya grind on, playa haters, always lose |
| It’s about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut |
| We everything you need, now what’s up |
| It’s the nigga you love to hate, '98 |
| Now how much cheese can one black nigga take |
| Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized plates |
| Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake |
| See we be on one, so raise the roof |
| Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes |
| I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo |
| I be doin my thug dizzo, that’s for shizzo |
| C Arson baby, born and raised |
| Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies |
| Now, I get around like a circle |
| Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle |
| Latino cute, she was built somethin fierce |
| 21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced |
| Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me |
| Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly |
| And all the ladies say |
| (Get your grind on, just get your grind on) |
| And all the hustlers say |
| (Get your grind on, just get your grind on) |
| And everybody say |
| (Get your grind on, just get your grind on) |
| And all the niggas say |
| (Get your grind on, just get your grind on) |
| Let’s take you back to the basics |
| I smack a rapper’s ass like a dominatrix |
| Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases |
| More chedda, the more better |
| Family trunk tight, |
| wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night |
| I’m flossin in Vegas, like dream come true |
| Whippin a '98 cream, V1−2 |
| Of course, you be seein me in one two |
| Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree |
| One on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifth |
| Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick |
| I’m sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks |
| If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits |
| You need to just, catch us in the club |
| Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I’m bendin 'em |
| And it don’t stop, til the fat lady sing |
| But where Roseanne Barr at any way? |
| Knowhatimean? |