Grindin'

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

That they've never felt before, c'mon

I'm yo' pusha

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, cuz

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

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

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 hoes 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

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Huh-huh

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding

My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame

Them days I wasn't able, there was always 'cane

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'

I move 'cane 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

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Huh-huh

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the lining

**** better stay in line when

You see a **** like me shinin'

Grinding