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ft. Baby, Lil Wayne, NoreagaWe back y'all...[Clipse]What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...[Noreaga]See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blindedLookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it)You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*)Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters?You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar boneHitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')[Pusha T]From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whip on whip, it's off the hardStand on that temple nigga, spit that cris niggaThrow that chair, make em recognize thisRaw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookwareUncle Jamima, wit my braids wrappedIn 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jackCoke price through the roof, SL blew the coupeMy niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoopCuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhoodHow the scale titer-totter, as I evolveWeight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-sawBricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch yaVirgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...[Clipse]What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this...[Baby overlapping Clipse]Ay, ay 22's on new carsBOY BOY, step it up BOYMoney...Money...Stunna...Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)I cook/cut crack, that's the sizinThem big, big rims on Tarzan, we shininMe and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)New Benz for teezies (holla holla)Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy[Lil Wayne]From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yardThey on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that rawCheck the rims on my carNaw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blowMacy baby still in the kitchenjet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchinYou need a hit like Mark McGwire, come hollaI watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA[Clipse]Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...)When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...)Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...)When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN)[Malice]213 South cross the Baybridge wit itBring the triangle, then mail, come and get itThe time in the kitchen, I dare not mentionWhen my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin'89 was my beginnin y'allYoung snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ballCops swore we was playin catch, NOWe was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breathI ducked the feds, they seein my weight growStreets love Malice for his comeback gracialIf they got popped, we made sure they made bailCuz if not, we be scared they gon tellPatty cake, that's me, bake the piesPie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sidesGrindin', glock 9 in a line inMake God strike a nigga dead if he lyin[Clipse]What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...more