Grindin
Clipse ft. Pharrell Williams Lyrics

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
My name is Pharrell Williams and I'm part of the music production duo, The Neptunes. I'm here to inform you that we're about to change the game and give you something you've never heard before.

From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cause Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the fetti 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 trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, 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
I come from humble beginnings and have been able to make a living selling drugs. People call me 'Pusha' and I produce base-heavy music that nobody can resist. I'm successful and I'm not going anywhere. I'm trying to show everyone my true self and I'm thriving in both the music and drug industries.

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 never mind me
I'm great at cooking and selling drugs. I'm wealthy and you can tell by the way I show off my assets. I've got a lot of women who love me but I always want more. My money is the same weight as my reputation and I can't help being proud of myself. I'm just out here grinding and making all of this money, don't mind me.

Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah)
I'm working hard!

Grindin' (Whooof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) (Grindin') Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!)
I'm constantly working hard and you better stay in line when you see me making all this money.

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 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 Grinding
I work hard for my family and not for fame. I've struggled in the past and always had to sell drugs to make ends meet. If you don't have at least four and a half ounces to sell, you shouldn't even play. I've got valuable things like blue chips and guns that are useful for protection. I'm proud of who I am and what I've achieved, and my toughness is just the icing on the cake when it comes to my reputation.

I move 'caine 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
I'm great at selling drugs even though I'm physically disabled. I'm able to keep a good balance between my distribution and my customers. Younger people call me 'Mr. Sniffles' because of my cocaine business, and I always keep a plated whistle on hand for protection. I'm highly skilled at using my gun and I'll definitely hit you if you mess with me. I might be like the rapper Slick Rick when it comes to my aim, but you don't want to mess with me because it'll be dangerous. Whoever comes into my grasp will either be frozen in fear or nodding off from my drugs.