Grindin' (Selector Remix)

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

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

With ease, takin' over all territories (Grindin')

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking like a damn automatic

For let me tell you shook like elastic

What God has started

Let me tell you for real

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

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

Party, yo, yo

They just keep holding me

Won't let go

Poking me

Making sure I stop my dough

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

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

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')

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

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')