[Intro: Pharrell] 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); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES that they've never felt before C'mon
[Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I *sell* it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighbourhood *pusha* Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump *base* like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the *fetti govs* Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Biz 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 trying to show y'all who the *fuck* I am The jewels is flirting, I be damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music *shit*
[Malice] 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 And *disguised in this rap* so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, *topless* Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got *hoes* for a dozen Even eleven-5, 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, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill *Filthy*, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
[The Clipse] 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 fame From days I wasn't able, there was always *caine* *Four and a half* will get you in the game Anything less is just a *god* damn 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 rest by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grindin'
[Pusha-T overlapping Malice] I move *caine* like a cripple Balance *weight* through the hoods kids call me *Mr. Sniffles* Other hand on my *nickel* *Plated* whistle, one eye closed I'll *hit* you As if 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
[The Clipse] 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!)