Текст песни Ras Kass - Grindin
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[Hook: Da Nation]If you like what you see, make a movieGet ya grind on, playa haters, always loseIt`s about fun, gettin money, layin in the cutWe everything you need, now what`s up[Ras Kass]It`s the nigga you love to hate, `98Now how much cheese can one black nigga takeConvertible Jag XK8 wit customized platesPlaymates jumpin out my birthday cakeSee we be on one, so raise the roofOr we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukesI made you lose, orange juice mixed wit IndoI be doin my thug dizzo, that`s for shizzoC Arson baby, born and raisedBack in the Kay kays, when we was babiesNow, I get around like a circleSqueezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdleLatino cute, she was built somethin fierce21, had a tongue and a bellybutton piercedPlaya, I think your wifey wanna politely bite mePlay 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 basicsI smack a rapper`s ass like a dominatrixLife is cruel, faces and misdemeanor casesMore chedda, the more betterFamily trunk tight, wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight nightI`m flossin in Vegas, like dream come trueWhippin a `98 cream, V1-2Of course, you be seein me in one twoOr me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach TreeOne on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifthWalkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dickI`m sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicksIf they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and titsYou need to just, catch us in the clubTear drunk minimum, freak `em from the back, then I`m bendin `emAnd it don`t stop, til the fat lady singBut where Roseanne Barr at any way? Knowhatimean?[Chorus][Hook][Ras Kass]A material girl in a material worldRead her lips from `cross the crowd, she said give me your worldBut you can have a piece of my love tonightI gets my swerve on like D.U.I.True lies between two thighs, no shame in my gameTryin to take over the world like Pinky and the BrainGotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric EstradaAnd gotta get a lotta hits like a fly swatterKick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dressAnd still got five on it stressDon`t get it twisted, why you over there lookin at meIf you ain`t comin home tonight, let`s get it on tonightBlame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lightsYeah, I`m knowin, that`s why women keep they panty lines showinGrindin, and grindin, and grindin[Chorus]