Karaoké Grindin' Clipse

Yo

I go by the name of Pharrell from the Neptunes

And I just wanna let y'all know

The world is about to feel

Somethin' that they've never felt before

Come on

From ghetto to ghetto

To backyard to yard

I sell it whipped or un-whipped

It's soft or hard

I'm the neighborhood pusha

Call me Subwoofer 'cos I pump base like that Jack

On or off the track

I'm heavy cuz

Ball 'till you fall 'cos you could duck to the Feddi Govs

Sorry my love

What I'm seein' 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 tryna show y'all who the fuck I am

The jewels is flirtin'

Be damned if I'm hurtin'

Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland

Platinum on the block with consistent hits

While Pharrell keep talkin' 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

Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up

Watch it like my whip

Like my chick topless

Doin' a buck-six with me in the cockpit

Grindin' cousin

I got wholes for a dozen

Even eleven-five 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, somethin' that I just can't help

'Specially when them twenties is spinnin' like windmills

And the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chill

Filthy, the word that best defines me

I'm just grindin' man

Y'all never mind me

Hah

Grindin' ah

Grindin' ah

Grindin' ah

Grindin' ah

Grindin' ah

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the linin'

Niggas better stay in line when

You see a nigga like me shinin'

Grinding

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the linin'

Niggas better stay in line when

You see a nigga like me shinin'

Grinding

My grind's 'bout family

Never been about fame

Them 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 icin' on the cake

I move 'caine like a cripple

Balance weight

I'm grindin' through the hood

Kids call me Mister 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'

You know what I keep in the linin'

Niggas better stay in line when

You see a nigga like me shinin'

Grinding

Grindin'

You know what I keep in the linin'

Niggas better stay in line when

You see a nigga like me shinin'

Grinding