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Grindin' (Selector Remix)
The Clipse Song Lyrics
(Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this (Verse 1: Sean Paul) Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo Hail my friend and start collect di top doe Now, with ease, takin over all territories Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze Trees, smoke di pound by di keys Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it Yo, up inna your face definin it Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it Hey, up inna your face definin it Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it (Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this (Verse 2: Simpleton) Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red Pay attention to like how easy man dead It's ready been written man it's ready been said Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead And this di original di badily boom skegereg Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic Spittin like a damn automatic So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed Special in crime, grindin fly (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!) (Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall) Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me Niggas tryin to stop my doe Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck T Dot niggas ((Pharrell:) Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!) Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten) Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen) Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?) Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know Swell it to di seem yuh know Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot Stop whinin when we ((Pharell:) Grinding!) (Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this |
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