[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice) Yo... I go by the name... (Im yo pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let yall know... (Im yo pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (Im yo pusha), that theyve never felt before Cmon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, its off the hard Im the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, Im heavy cuz Ball til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what Im seeing through these eyes Biz 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? Im trying to show yall who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if Im hurting Legend in two games like Im Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin! (Ahhh) ......Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, Im the bakers man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this 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 pot for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin And my weight, thats just as heavy as my name So much dough, I cant swear I wont change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just cant help Specially when them 20s is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me Im just grinding man, yall nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin! (Ahhh) ......Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) Grindin! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!) Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grinds bout family, never been about fame From days I wasnt "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/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 with two tips whoever gets in the way Not to
Artist: The Clipse Pharrell Williams of N.E.R.D
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