Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharell 

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) 

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) 

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this 



Verse 1: Sean Paul 

Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo 

Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo 

Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how 

If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo 

Hail my friend and start collect di top doe 

Now, with ease, takin over all territories 

Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze 

Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies 

Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze 

Trees, smoke di pound by di keys 

Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas 

Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch 

Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's 

Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it 

Yo, up inna your face definin it 

Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it 

Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it 

Hey, up inna your face definin it 

Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it 





Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell) 

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) 

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) 

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this 





Verse 2: Simpleton 

Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread 

Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red 

Pay attention to like how easy man dead 

It's ready been written man it's ready been said 

Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head 

Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led 

Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled 

Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds 

We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead 

And this di original di badily boom skegereg 

Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic 

Spittin like a damn automatic 

So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic 

Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo 

Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance 

Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine 

Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed 

Special in crime, grindin fly 





[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!) 





Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall 

Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me 

Niggas tryin to stop my doe 

Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck 

T Dot niggas (Pharrell: Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!) 

Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth 

Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house 

Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock 

Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north 

Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten) 

Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen) 

Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?) 

Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know, 

Swell it to di seem yuh know 

Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know 

Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot 

Stop whinin when we (Pharell: Grinding!) 





Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell) 

What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) 

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin) 

So whatcha name be like? (Grindin) 

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this