Grindin' Lyric Clipse LORD WILLIN

[Pharrell & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)]
Yo...
I go by the
name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna
let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to
feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt
before
C'mon

[Pusha T]
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to
yard
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighborhood
pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
On or off
the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti
govs
Sorry my love, what I'm 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?
I'm
trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if
I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm 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, I'm the baker's 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, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't
change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that
I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And
the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines
me
I'm just grinding man, y'all 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
Niggas
better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas
better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Grin-ding!)

[Malice]
My grind's 'bout family, never been about
fame
From days I wasn't "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 mention the hideaway that rests by the
lake
Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake
I'm
Grinding
[Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line]
I move caine like
a criple
Balance niggas through the hood
Kids call me Mr.
Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit
you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in...
whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and
dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack

[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
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me
shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a
lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me
shinin' (Grin-ding!)

 

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