Clipse

[Intro: Pharrell]
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
[Pusha T]
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I *sell* it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighbourhood *pusha*
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump *base* like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the *fetti govs*
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz 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 trying to show y'all who the *fuck* I am
The jewels is flirting, I 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*
[Pharrell Williams]
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
[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
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*, 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 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
*Filthy*, the word that best defines me
I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
[Pharrell Williams]
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
[The Clipse]
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 grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't able, there was always *caine*
*Four and a half* will get you in the game
Anything less is just a *god* damn 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 rest by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I'm Grindin'
[Pusha-T overlapping Malice]
I move *caine* like a cripple
Balance *weight* through the hoods kids call me *Mr. Sniffles*
Other hand on my *nickel*
*Plated* whistle, one eye closed I'll *hit* you
As if 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
[Pharrell Williams]
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
[The Clipse]
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!)