*featuring Pharrell Williams
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[Pharrell & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)]
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Yo...
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I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
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of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
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And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
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The world is about to feel...
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Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
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C'mon
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[Pusha T]
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From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
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I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
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I'm the...neighborhood pusha
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Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
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On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
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Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
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Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
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Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
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Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
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Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
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Man, I make a buck, why scram?
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I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
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The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
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Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
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Platinum on the block with consistent hits
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While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
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[Chorus: Pharrell]......Grindin'! (Ahhh)......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)
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[Malice overlapping last line of Chorus]
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Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
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I bake them cakes as fast as I can
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And you can tell by how my bread stack up
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And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
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Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
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Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
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Grindin' cousin, I got pot for a dozen
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Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
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And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
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So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
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Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
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Cocky, something that I just can't help
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'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
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And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
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Filthy, the word that best defines me
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I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
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[Chorus:]......Grindin'! (Ahhh)......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)
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[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
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Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
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Niggas better stay in line, when
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When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
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Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
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Niggas better stay in line, when
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When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
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[Malice]
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My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
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From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"
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Four and a half will get you in the game
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Anything less is just a goddamn shame
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Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
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with two tips whoever gets in the way
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Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
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Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake
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I'm Grinding
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[Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line]
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I move caine like a criple
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Balance niggas through the hood
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Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
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Other hand on my nickel--
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Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
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As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
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Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
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One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
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I'm grindin' Jack
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[Chorus:]...Grindin'! (Ahhh)...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)
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Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)
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[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
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Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
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Niggas better stay in line, when
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When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
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Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
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Niggas better stay in line, when
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When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
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Grindin'
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The Clipse |