f/ Warren G
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[TQ]
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I often dream of bad days
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And different times
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And I just don't know a better way
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For me to get mine, mmm
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That's why I got to shine
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The game been good to me
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Ain't nothin' gon' stop my grind
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So it ain't no need to fake on me
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Guess some folks just too far behind in they mind
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(And it's a crime, crime)
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Well, Terry gon' keep on movin'
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1 - [TQ]
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I see you tryna get me
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Never gonna let them bustas get to me
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Cuz I'ma get that, even if ya with me
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Always keep my tired eyes open
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Like OJ, you can't stick me
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I got something for the whole damn world to see
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So I'ma give it up, best believe me
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Ain't gon' get me off of my grind
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[TQ]
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Grind, grind is exactly what it seems to be
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For all of those times
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You know those times, when you wish for some prosperity
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All you could find was hate, deceit and lies
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So you tell somebody else, to get it off your mind
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Wanna get it off of your mind
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Well, I start hearin' melodies
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So I grab my pen and pad and recline on my grind
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And that's how Terrance keep movin'
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Repeat 1
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[Warren G.]
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We on the grind y'all
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Cuz we some worldwide riders
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What, we on a grind y'all, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
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You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
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All my life, LBC, for my city I mash
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All these OG's and BG's and wanna-bes and L-O-C's
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The only friends I got is my 2-1-3
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Just my dog Snoop-T-Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
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Can't forget about my nigga H to the dizzy
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Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
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But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
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Will make you break some bizacks
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What you thought?
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Ya know what I'm sayin', we on the grind like that
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Thought we was trippin'?
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Haha, all you thought we had was jeans and t-shirts?
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What? We hustlin' cuz we want it all
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Brand new socks and drawers, fool
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Repeat 1
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The Grind
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TQ |