Ras Kass - Grindin lyrics
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[hook: da nation]
If you like what you seemake a movie
Get ya grind onplaya hatersalways lose
It's about fungettin moneylayin in the cut
We everything you neednow what's up
[ras kass]
It's the nigga you love to hate'98
Now how much cheese can one black nigga take
Convertible jag xk8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake
See we be on oneso raise the roof
Or we gon tear the club uphosin daisy dukes
I made you loseorange juice mixed wit indo
I be doin my thug dizzothat's for shizzo
C arson babyborn and raised
Back in the kay kayswhen we was babies
NowI get around like a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cuteshe was built somethin fierce
21had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced
PlayaI think your wifey wanna politely bite me
Play marv albertbut that hurt booblow lightly
[chorus: ras kass (bad azz)]
And all the ladies say
(get your grind onjust get your grind on)
And all the hustlers say
(get your grind onjust get your grind on)
And everybody say
(get your grind onjust get your grind on)
And all the niggas say
(get your grind onjust get your grind on)
[ras kass]
Let's take you back to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass like a dominatrix
Life is cruelfaces and misdemeanor cases
More cheddathe more better
Family trunk tight
Wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night
I'm flossin in vegaslike dream come true
Whippin a '98 creamv1-2
Of courseyou be seein me in one two
Or methreelazer cut key booone on peach tree
One on crenshawone on one-two fifth
Walkin in a b-boy stanceholdin my dick
I'm sickflippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks
If they ridin on my navylike fleas and tits
You need to justcatch us in the club
Tear drunk minimumfreak 'em from the backthen I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stoptil the fat lady sing
But where roseanne barr at any way? knowhatimean?
[chorus]
[hook]
[ras kass]
A material girl in a material world
Read her lips from 'cross the crowdshe said give me your world
But you can have a piece of my love tonight
I gets my swerve on like d.u.i.
True lies between two thighsno shame in my game
Tryin to take over the world like pinky and the brain
Gotta get a lotta c.h.i.p.s. like eric estrada
And gotta get a lotta hits like a fly swatter
Kick it to up scale hoochiesthe one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on it stress
Don't get it twistedwhy you over there lookin at me
If you ain't comin home tonightlet's get it on tonight
Blame it on the alizemoetthe chronicthe mic and strobe lights
YeahI'm knowinthat's why women keep they panty lines showin
Grindinand grindinand grindin
[chorus]
