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ft. Pharrell Williams[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)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 beforeC'mon(Pusha T)From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whip on whip, it's off the hardI'm the...neighborhood pushaCall me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, JackOn or off the track, I'm heavy cuzBall 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govsSorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyesBenz convoys with the wagon on the sideOnly big boys keep deuces on the rideGucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the sideMan, I make a buck, why scram?I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I amThe jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurtingLegend in two games like I'm Pee Wee KirklandPlatinum on the block with consistent hitsWhile Pharrell keep talking this music shit[Chorus: Pharrell]......Grindin'! (Ahhh)......Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)(Malice overlapping last line of Chorus)Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's manI bake them cakes as fast as I canAnd you can tell by how my bread stack upAnd disguised in this rap so the feds back upWatch it, like my whip, like my chick, toplessDoing a buck-six with me in the cockpitGrindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozenEven eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'And my weight, that's just as heavy as my nameSo much dough, I can't swear I won't changeExcuse me if my wealth got me full of myselfCocky, something that I just can't help'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmillsAnd the ice 32 below minus the wind chillFilthy, the word that best defines meI'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me[Chorus]......Grindin'! (Ahhh)......Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)(Malice)My grind's 'bout family, never been about fameFrom days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"Four and a half will get you in the gameAnything less is just a goddamn shameGuess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the faceGlock with two tips, whoever gets in the wayNot to mention the hideaway that rests by the lakeConsider my raw demeanor the icing on the cakeI'm Grinding(Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line)I move 'caine like a cripleBalance weight through the hoodKids call me Mr. SnifflesOther hand on my nickel--Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit youAs if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issueLose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'I'm grindin' Jack[Chorus]...Grindin'! (Ahhh)...Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a liningNiggas better stay in line, whenWhen you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a liningNiggas better stay in line, whenWhen you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)more