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    "Grindin' (Remix)" Lyrics

    Clipse feat. Pharrell Williams, Lil Wayne, Baby and N.O.R.E.

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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    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...
    This song was submitted on February 1st, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Matthew Samuels, Noel Fisher, Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Graham, Allen Ritter, Dwayne Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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