Grindin' (feat. N.O.R.E., Birdman & Lil Wayne) [Remix - Main]

Backyard to yard (Yeah)

What's the size of them rims on that car, ****, huh? (Grindin')

Can they see that chain from afar, ****, huh? (Grindin')

What ya game be like? (Grindin')

What ya chains be like? (Grindin')

So what ya name be like? (Grindin')

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

You see I'm grimy-minded, you've been blinded

Lookin' for a beat like mine, you can't find it (You can't find it)

You hear the Clipse and N.O.R.E., gotta rewind it

Nowadays you get on the run and get finded

Grinding

You know I got guns

Why you actin' like my daughters and you know I got sons?

Grinding

Nah, we won't speak, fam

Aiming at ya collarbone, hit you in ya cheek, fam

Grinding

From ghetto to ghetto to backyard to yard

I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it's soft or hard

Stand on that table, ****, spit that Cris, ****

Throw that chair, make 'em recognize this raw

Playa, look-a here

I'm great in the kitchen like Corning cookware

Uncle Jemima with my braids wrapped

And three-minute recipes for cookin' flapjacks

Coke price through the roof, SL, blew the coupe

My niece askin' how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop

Cuzzo, I make the block holla

Take it back to childhood how the scale teeter-totter

As I evolved, weight grew heavy

It was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw

Bricks in the muffler, MAC-11 touch ya

Virginia's hustler, I'm here, motherfucker

What's the size of them rims on that car, ****, huh? (Grindin')

Can they see that chain from afar, ****, huh? (Grindin')

What ya game be like? (Grindin')

What ya chains be like? (Grindin')

So what ya name be like? (Grindin')

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

I'm Big Tymin'

In a bubble-eye Lex', so fly and (So fly, so fly)

I cook, cut crack, that's besides me

Them big, big rims on tires and we shinin'

Me and Weezy (Holla, holla)

Gold rims, can't see me (Holla, holla)

New Benz on tweezies (Holla, holla)

Cadillac truck beamy, fo' sheezy (Brr)

From hood to hood, bitch ****, yard to yard

Aye, I'm your hero 'cause I've got that heroin and that raw

Check the rims on my car

Nah, don't check 'em, though, 'cause they stuffed with blow

Weezy Baby, still in the kitchen

Just put a little curve on the shit I'm pitchin'

You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla

I'll watch the base at home, I'm umpire, holla

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding

Took 13 South 'cross the Bay Bridge with it

Ring the triangle, dinner bell, come and get it

The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention

When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin'

'89 was my beginning, y'all

Young snot-nose, stashed yams in a tennis ball

Cops swore we was playin' catch

No, we was adding stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath

I ducked the feds, they seein' my weight grow

Streets love Malice for his comeback ratio

If they got popped, we made sure they made bail

'Cause if not, we'd be scared they gon' tell

Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies

Pyrex, mix that, scrape the sides

Grindin', Glock-9 in the lining

May God strike a **** dead if he lying

What's the size of them rims on that car, ****, huh? (Grindin')

Can they see that chain from afar, ****, huh? (Grindin')

What ya game be like? (Grindin')

What ya chains be like? (Grindin')

So what ya name be like? (Grindin')

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

What's the size of them rims on that car, ****, huh? (Grindin')

Can they see that chain from afar, ****, huh? (Grindin')

What ya game be like? (Grindin')

What ya chains be like? (Grindin')

So what ya name be like? (Grindin')

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this