Grinding Remix (feat Joe Buddens And Paul Cain) by Fabolous
Grinding Remix lyrics (feat Joe Buddens And Paul Cain)
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
Mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
You gon' die in the hospital
I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
Do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
The guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
Size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
And Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
Fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
A popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans
Ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
Comin nigga
Paul Cain:
Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
Yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try
To stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
For the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
On an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
Game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
Put it back wit the read up
That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
Come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
Jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach
No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
And play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
It's nothin
Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan
I'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you
Up
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee's boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show
You how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they
Don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
But they pigment's off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
From a palm pilot
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