Grindin

[Hook: Da Nation]

If you like what you see, make a movie

Get ya grind on, playa haters, always lose

It's about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut

We everything you need, now 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 one, so raise the roof

Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes

I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo

I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo

C Arson baby, born and raised

Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies

Now, I get around like a circle

Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle

Latino cute, she was built somethin fierce

21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced

Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me

Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly

[Chorus: Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]

And all the ladies say

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)

And all the hustlers say

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)

And everybody say

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)

And all the niggas say

(Get your grind on, just 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 cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases

More chedda, the more better

Family trunk tight,

wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night

I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream come true

Whippin a '98 cream, V1-2

Of course, you be seein me in one two

Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree

One on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifth

Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick

I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks

If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits

You need to just, catch us in the club

Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em

And it don't stop, til 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 crowd, she 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 thighs, no 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 hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress

And still got five on it stress

Don't get it twisted, why you over there lookin at me

If you ain't comin home tonight, let's get it on tonight

Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lights

Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep they panty lines showin

Grindin, and grindin, and grindin

[Chorus]