Grindin' (Remix)

Backyard to yard (Oh), yeah

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

Can they see that chain from afar, playa, 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

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

Lookin' for a beat like mine, 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

(Grindin') You know I got guns

Why you actin like my daughters when you know I got sons?

(Grindin') Nah, we won't speak fam

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

Grindin'

From ghetto to ghetto to backyard to yard

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

Stand on that table, playa, spit that Cris, playa

Throw that chair, make 'em recognize this raw

Homie, looka 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 evolve, weight grew heavy

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

Bricks in the muffler, MAC-11 touch ya

Virgina's hustler, I'm here mother****

What's the size of them rims on that car playa, huh?

New car (New car), new car

Can they see that chain from afar playa, huh? (Step it up, step it up, grindin')

What ya game be like? (Money, grindin')

What ya chains be like? (Money, grindin')

Say, what ya name be like? (Stunna, 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 beam me, for sheezy (Brr)

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

Hey, I'm your hero 'cause I've got that hero— and that raw

Check the rims on my car

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

Weezy Baby, still in the kitchen

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

You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla

I watch the base at home, I'm umpire

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin' (Grindin')

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin' (Grindin')

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

Way my cell phone echo, I swear they listening

'89 was my beginning, y'all

Young snot-nosed, stashed yams in a tennis ball

Cops swore we was playing catch, no

We was adding stretch, no shorts, bag 'til you outta breath

I ducked the feds, they seeing my weight grow

Streets love Malice for his comeback ratio

If they got popped, we made sure they made bail

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

Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies

Pyrex, mixed 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 playa, huh? (Grindin')

Can they see that chain from afar playa, 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

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

Can they see that chain from afar playa, 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