[Intro: Pharrell & pusha t]Yo, I go by the name (I'm yo' pusha)Of pharrell, from the neptunesAnd I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' pusha)The world is about to feel something (I'm yo pusha)That they've never felt before, c'mon[Verse 1: Pusha t]From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whipped or un-whipped, it’s soft or hardI'm the, neighborhood pushaCall me subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, JackOn or off the track, I'm heavy, 'causeBall till you fall 'cause you could duck to the feddy govsSorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyesBenz convoys with the wagon on the sideOnly big boys keep deuces on the rideGucci chuck taylor with the dragon on the sideMan, I make a buck, why scram?I'm tryna show y'all who the fuck I amThe jewels is flirting, be damned if I'm hurtingLegend in two games like I'm pee wee kirklandPlatinum on the block with consistent hitsWhile pharrell keep talking this music shit[Chorus: Pharrell](Ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Huh-huh[Verse 2: Malice]Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's manI bake them cakes as fast as I canAnd you can tell by how my bread stack upThen disguise it as rap so the feds back upWatch it, like my whip, like my chick toplessDoing a buck-six with me in the cockpitGrindin', cousin, I got wholes for a dozenEven eleven-five if I see ya keep it comin'And my weight, that's just as heavy as my nameSo much dough, I can't swear I won't changeExcuse me if my wealth got me full of myselfCocky, something that I just can't help'Specially when them twenties is spinning like windmillsAnd the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chillFilthy, the word that best defines meI'm just grinding, man, y'all never mind me[Chorus: Pharrell](Ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Huh-huh[Post-chorus: Clipse & pharrell]Grindin' (woah)You know what I keep in the lining (woah)Niggas better stay in line when (woah)You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)Grindin' (woah)You know what I keep in the lining (woah)Niggas better stay in line when (woah)You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)[Verse 3: Malice]My grind's 'bout family, never been about fameThem days I wasn't able, there was always 'caineFour and a half will get you in the gameAnything less is just a goddamn shameGuess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the faceGlock with two tips whoever gets in the wayNot to mention the hideaway that rests by the lakeConsider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm grindin'[Verse 4: Pusha t]I move 'caine like a crippleBalance weight through the hood, kids call me mr. SnifflesOther hand on my nickelPlated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit youAs if I was slick rick, my aim is still an issueLose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'One'll leave you frozenThe other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin', Jack[Chorus: Pharrell](Ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Grindin' (ahh)Huh-huh[Post-chorus: Clipse & pharrell]Grindin' (woah)You know what I keep in the lining (woah)Niggas better stay in line when (woah)You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)Grindin' (woah)You know what I keep in the lining (woah)Niggas better stay in line when (woah)You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)
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[Intro: Pharrell & pusha t]
Yo, I go by the name (I'm yo' pusha)
Of pharrell, from the neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel something (I'm yo pusha)
That they've never felt before, c'mon
[Verse 1: Pusha t]
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it’s soft or hard
I'm the, neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy, 'cause
Ball till you fall 'cause you could duck to the feddy govs
Sorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Gucci chuck taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm tryna show y'all who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting, be damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm pee wee kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While pharrell keep talking this music shit
[Verse 2: Malice]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Then disguise it as rap so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick topless
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin', cousin, I got wholes for a dozen
Even eleven-five if I see ya keep it comin'
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them twenties is spinning like windmills
And the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding, man, y'all never mind me
[Post-chorus: Clipse & pharrell]
Grindin' (woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)
Grindin' (woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)
[Verse 3: Malice]
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
Them days I wasn't able, there was always 'caine
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm grindin'
[Verse 4: Pusha t]
I move 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight through the hood, kids call me mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit you
As if I was slick rick, my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen
The other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin', Jack
[Post-chorus: Clipse & pharrell]
Grindin' (woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)
Grindin' (woah)
You know what I keep in the lining (woah)
Niggas better stay in line when (woah)
You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding)
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