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 (I'm yo' Pusha) That they've never felt before, c'mon 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 Subwoofer, '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 Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) 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 20s 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 Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin' (woof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (woof) Niggas better stay in line, when (woof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!) (Grindin') grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin' (woof) Niggas better stay in line, when (woof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) 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 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 Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin'! (Ah) Grindin' (woof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (woof) Niggas better stay in line, when (woof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!) Grindin' (woof), when you know what I keep in a linin' (woof) Niggas better stay in line, when (woof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!)