Grindin' Remix Lyric Clipse LORD WILLIN

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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