Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sean Paul
Vocals
Bless
Vocals
Kardinal Offishall
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Chad Hugo
Programming
No Malice
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Paul
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Chad Hugo
Composer
S. Thomas
Composer
Jason Harrow
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neptunes
Producer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Andrew "Drew" Coleman
Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
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 chain be like? (Grindin')
So what ya name be like? (Grindin')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
[Verse 1]
Tell them
Call it the dot, yo
Tell my friend, I'm ready to hit the block, yo
Those who try to test you better have sense, you better know how
If not, yo, then them gonna lose all them spots, yo
Yeah, my friend, them circle it, the top down, now
[Verse 2]
With ease, takin' over all territories
Please, don't come in my way, with me, I squeeze
The shot can be heard from here to the West Indies
Smell the gun powder in a Jamaican breeze
[Verse 3]
Trees, smoke by the pond by the keys
Ladies, let me know if you like rice and peas
Top notch, we're top notch
No tellin', I better stop, watch
The way a we be cockin' it
Making these keys
[Verse 4]
Grindin' it
Yo, pickin' up the piece
Double timing it
Yo, up inna your face
Redefining it
Hey, better get to minding it
Or else you all gon' get left behind in it
[Verse 5]
Yo, grindin' it
Yo, pickin' up the piece (Grindin')
Double timing it
Hey, up inna your face
Redefining it
Yo, better get to minding it
Or else you all gon' get left behind in it
[Chorus]
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 chain be like? (Grindin')
So what ya name be like? (Grindin')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
[Verse 6]
People sell them soul for a slice of bread
Now watch a man busy, make your eye turn red
Pay attention, till I say, is a man dead?
It's already been written, man, already been said
[Verse 7]
Me travel a thousand miles just fi lick a guy head
You might pick up Teflon mixed with lead
Don't get me angry, man, I ain't a fed
No snitches, I work for CIA and feds
[Verse 8]
Me beat him badly, I make the whole a dem dead
And this the original, the bali boom skegereg
Free style for nothing
Staying quietly in my attic
[Verse 9]
Speaking like a damn automatic
For let me tell you shook like elastic
What God has started
Let me tell you for real
[Verse 10]
Give me, yo, a chance
Make, yo, the group of them dance
Let me tell you full up, no friends
Let me tell, you feel us, the shine
No what I'm paying what is mine
Let me tell you, leave that design
Special incline
[Verse 11]
Grindin'
You know what keep in the lining
Grindin', fryin'
**** better stay in line when
You see a **** like me shining (Grindin')
Grindin'
You know what keep in the lining
**** better stay in line when
You see a **** like me shining
[Verse 12]
Party, yo, yo
They just keep holding me
Won't let go
Poking me
Making sure I stop my dough
[Verse 13]
Well if it isn't Mr. Canadian
Mr. Canote dot, **** (Grindin')
We don't give a—
Mr. Carter, now stealing the front side of your mouth
Flippin' for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house
Bad boy, big talk
But there's something pon top
Way out, your dirty clock
Dumb soul to ought not
[Verse 14]
Put him on him I say
Five plus two, yeah, we flip that to ten
Make the English pound and peso, plus the Yen
Still fire, pon a posse and granny gal, them
How ya mean?
Same
[Verse 15]
Come again, we make the green and all
Swell it to the seam and all
Chronic supersonic, tonic, juggle it to a fiend and now
Mr. Carter, now deal with mic rockin', VA till the dots stop whining
When we (Grindin')
[Chorus]
What's the size of them rims on that car ****, huh?
Can they see that chain from afar ****, huh? (Grindin')
What ya game be like? (Grindin')
What ya chain be like? (Grindin')
So what ya name be like? (Grindin')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this
[Verse 16]
What's the size of them rims on that car ****, huh? (Grindin')
Can they see that chain from afar ****, huh? (Grindin')
Written by: Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Jason Harrow, Pharrell Williams, S. Thomas, Sean Paul, Terrence Thornton