Redd Tabb Clikk - Electric Grind lyrics

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Chorus)

Now everybody in the place let me see you grab her waist

If you at the bar chillin gone and get yourself a taste

Make it grind slow baby move your body to the bass

Throw yo hood up player put it in a hater face yeah

I'm on my grind so you know I'm getting mine

Got the ladies feeling fine see we do this all the time

We go the ladies feeling fine yo I be on my grind hoe

Now let let let let let me see you shake it while you grind slow

(1st Verse-Clyde)

We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn

It really don't matter baby bring you and your friends

You can get thrower off this lean or this juice and that gin

But when tonight is over baby we gone do it again

Little mama working she moving it like a pro

She shakin and she grinding up on me like I'm a pole

I'm going in my pocket throwing dollars to the floor

If she keep dancing like she dancing we headed straight to the motel

Go tell them if it is not about money then it's irrelevant

Got them stupid guallas and I been balling like ever since

I thought that she was celibate but she shaking that gelatin

I want to take her home and bone her like she was a skeleton

I'm like yeah lil mama right here aint scared

She throwing that thing like yeah so many thoughts running through my head

G-Shock on shine and my tab stay red

Took the microphone from the dj this what I said

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(2nd Verse-Mega)

We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn

It really don't matter baby bring you and your friends

You can get thrower off this lean or this juice and that gin

But when tonight is over baby we gone do it again

Aye who that is you know I be mega man

When I see the cops I dodge like I am a caravan

When I'm on my grind yo little mama shake it take it see you wind slow

Shawty grind round the pole like a vine yo

Girate it I'm loving the way you quake it

Elivate it on up then ground zero

Yah you know I rep that R.T.C.

So there's a red tab on my jeans and a martini as my drink

I'm so thrower I cannot think so what your boy gone do

Cus by the time I'm finish I'm gonna be all on you

So me and you plus her maybe a can of preserves

Whips creams plus syrup baby I'm what ya deserve

See I'm swangin round ya curves but my wheels grip tight

It aint burn ya when I turn ya but my real whip might yah

(3rd Verse)

Now put your hands up and jump around

Put your hand up and jump around

Put em up and move em from side to side

Put em up and move em from side to side

Yeah Yah yah yah

Yeah Yah yah yah

Yeah Yah yah yah

We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn yeah