Grindin' (feat. N.O.R.E., Birdman & Lil Wayne) - Remix - Main

We back y'all...
 What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
 So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
 Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
 See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded
 Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it)
 You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*)
 Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')
 You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters?
 You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')
 Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone
 Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
 From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
 I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
 Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga
 Throw that chair, make em recognize this
 Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookware
 Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped
 In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack
 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 titer-totter, as I evolve
 Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw
 Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya
 Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
 What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
 So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
 Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this...
 Ay, ay 22's on new cars
 BOY BOY, step it up BOY
 Money...
 Money...
 Stunna...
 Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)
 I cook/cut crack, that's the sizin
 Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin
 Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)
 New Benz for teezies (holla holla)
 Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
 From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard
 They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw
 Check the rims on my car
 Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow
 Macy baby still in the kitchen
 jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin
 You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla
 I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA
 Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
 Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...)
 When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
 Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)
 Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...)
 When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)
 213 South cross the Baybridge wit it
 Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it
 The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention
 When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin
 '89 was my beginnin y'all
 Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball
 Cops swore we was playin catch, NO
 We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath
 I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow
 Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial
 If they got popped, we made sure they made bail
 Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell
 Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies
 Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides
 Grindin', glock 9 in a line in
 Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin
 What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
 So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
 Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
 What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')
 Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')
 So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')
 Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...