Grindin' (reggae remix)

Grindin' (reggae remix) Lyrics

Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharell

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this



Verse 1: Sean Paul

Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo

Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo

Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how

If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo

Hail my friend and start collect di top doe

Now, with ease, takin over all territories

Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze

Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies

Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze

Trees, smoke di pound by di keys

Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas

Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch

Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's

Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it

Yo, up inna your face definin it

Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it

Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it

Hey, up inna your face definin it

Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it



Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this



Verse 2: Simpleton

Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread

Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red

Pay attention to like how easy man dead

It's ready been written man it's ready been said

Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head

Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led

Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled

Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds

We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead

And this di original di badily boom skegereg

Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic

Spittin like a damn automatic

So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic

Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo

Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance

Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine

Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed

Special in crime, grindin fly



[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!)



Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall

Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me

Niggas tryin to stop my doe

Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck

T Dot niggas (Pharrell: Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!)

Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth

Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house

Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock

Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north

Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten)

Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen)

Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?)

Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know,

Swell it to di seem yuh know

Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know

Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot

Stop whinin when we (Pharell: Grinding!)



Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin)

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin)

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this