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    "Grindin' (Selector Remix)" Lyrics

    Clipse feat. Sean Paul

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    [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
    This song was 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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