Grindin (reggae Remix) Lyrics - Singles - Clipse

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 

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 sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack 

On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cause 

Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the fetti govs 

Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes 

Benz 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 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

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 mind me 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) 

Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) 

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) 

(Grindin') Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) 

Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) 

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) 

My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame 

From days I wasn't able there was always '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 

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 

I move 'caine like a cripple 

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 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin'! (Ah) 

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) 

Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) 

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) 

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) 

Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) 

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)