Clipse

f/ Pharrell Williams (N.E.R.D.)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo...
I go by the name... (Im yo pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let yall know... (Im yo pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (Im yo pusha), that theyve never felt before
Cmon
(Pusha T)
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I sell it whip on whip, its off the hard
Im the...neighborhood pusha
Call me subwoofer, cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
On or off the track, Im heavy cuz
Ball til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what Im 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?
Im trying to show yall who the fuck I am
The jewels is flirting me, damned if Im hurting
Legend in two games like Im Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
[Chorus: Pharrell]
......Grindin! (Ahhh)
......Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
(Malice overlapping last line of Chorus)
Patty cake, patty cake, Im the bakers man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this 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 hoes for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin
And my weight, thats just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I cant swear I wont change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just cant help
Specially when them 20s is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
Filthy, the word that best defines me
Im just grinding man, yall nevermind me
[Chorus]
......Grindin! (Ahhh)
......Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!)
(Malice)
My grinds bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasnt "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/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
Im Grinding
(Pusha T overlapping Malices last line)
I move caine like a criple
Balance weight through the hood
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel--
Plated whistle, one eye closed Ill hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in... whichever palm Im holdin
Onell leave you frozen, the other, noddin and dozin
Im grindin Jack
[Chorus]
...Grindin! (Ahhh)
...Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
Grindin! (Ahhh)
...(Hu-huuh...)
[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line, when
When you see a nigga like me shinin (Grin-ding!)
[ Grindin Lyrics ]