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Grindin' (Remix)
The Clipse Song Lyrics
(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Noreaga) We back y'all... (Clipse) What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this... (Noreaga) See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it) You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*) Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN') You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters? You know I got sons... (GRINDIN') Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN') (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga Throw that chair, make em recognize this Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookware Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack Coke price through the roof, SL blew the coupe My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker... (Clipse) What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this... (Baby overlapping Clipse) Ay, ay 22's on new cars BOY BOY, step it up BOY Money... Money... Stunna... Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly) I cook cut crack, that's the sizin Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla) New Benz for teezies (holla holla) Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy (Lil Wayne) From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw Check the rims on my car Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow Macy baby still in the kitchen jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA (Clipse) Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...) Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN) Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...) Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN) (Malice) 213 South cross the Baybridge wit it Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin '89 was my beginnin y'all Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball Cops swore we was playin catch, NO We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial If they got popped, we made sure they made bail Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides Grindin', glock 9 in a line in Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin (Clipse) What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this... What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this... |
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