Stay on Your Grind (Screwed)

Stay on your grind (Oh, I know, I know, you know)

Stay on your grind (My people, oh)

Stay on your grind (Everybody)

Stay on your grind (And can you feel me, yeah?)

Hustlers, don't give a fucksters

And we smoke like broke down mufflers

Paint pictures, write scriptures

At the beach, 30 deep riding ninjas

Smoke-a-holic, I can't go without it

Me and my crew, we always joke about it

In the back of the tour bus with a gorgeous

Little ho just fucking all four of us

The game, Lord, it's the drugs and fast hoes

Hotels with the beds with brass poles

Sip gallons, can't keep my balance

I'ma have to shine like the boy Richie Valens

Iced medallion, got a thick stallion

700 pounds comin' straight from McAllen

Dogs off the leashes, oh, my Jesus

Leave in peace or leave in pieces

Stay on your grind (My brother, yeah)

Stay on your grind (School teachers, yeah)

Stay on your grind (My people)

Stay on your grind (And everybody)

I'ma fly like Vince, bubble like Prince

Momma just ain't been the same ever since

She can't believe I got all these fans

And she won't stop saving aluminum cans

I'm swanging and swerving, Woodson and Worthing

Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon

But that was '82, I was acting a fool

The only Mexican in the whole damn school

The game will eat your ass up if you let it

That was back when crack was the epidemic

I'ma represent it, my house ain't rented

Always kept it real while you boys pretended

Lace my Pippins, cook my chickens

They shot my boy, missed me by inches

Now my flow harder than my dick is

You can't see me unless you buy some tickets

Stay on your grind (And can you feel me, yeah)

Stay on your grind (Oh, you special now)

Stay on your grind (The police, baby)

Stay on your grind (My sister, oh)

I'ma stay about my paper

Built my house on a solid acre

Used to be broke, but I ain't tripping on that

It's 2002, I'ma flip in my 'Lac

And get gone in the wind, chrome on the rim

Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend

Player hatin's a sin

I got men that'll check your chinny-chin-chin

All his homeboys need revenge

Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems

I'ma interceptor off the record

Can't stand clubs with the metal detectors

I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lector

I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper

But it tastes like medicine, I'm fighting and wrestling

Man, the damn life of the S.P. Mexican

Stay on your grind (Talking about my brother, yeah)

Stay on your grind (And if you feeling me, oh)

Stay on your grind (Yeah, well, well, well)

Stay on your grind (Mmm, you gotta stay on your grind, baby)

Stay on your grind

Stay on your grind (Oh)

Stay on your grind (Stay on your grind, baby, yeah)

Stay on your grind (Oh, I know and you know)

And Dope House Records know baby, yeah

And Wreck Shop and everybody, ooh

Mmm, you gotta stay on your grind

If you wanna get paid, you gotta move things, baby

Ah-ooh-oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, you gotta stay on your grind, mmm