Grindin'

歌詞

(feat. Pharrell Williams) (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 soft or 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, be 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' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) (Hu-uh) (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 hoes 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 never find me (Chorus:) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) (Hu-uh) (Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't, there was always 'caine Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a god damn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight 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' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) Grindin' (Ah) (Hu-uh) (Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)