The Clipse - Grindin' Video
(Intro: Pharrell)
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 off the hard
I'm the...neighbourhood *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, I 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*
(Pharrell Williams)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
(Malice)
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 nevermind me
(Pharrell Williams)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
(The Clipse)
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!)
(Malice)
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 *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 rest by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I'm Grindin'
(Pusha-T overlapping Malice)
I move *caine* like a cripple
Balance *weight* through the hoods kids call me *Mr. Sniffles*
Other hand on my *nickel*
*Plated* whistle, one eye closed I'll *hit* you
As if 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
(Pharrell Williams)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
(The Clipse)
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!)
