(feat. Pharrell Williams)



[Pharrell & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)]

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), 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...neighborhood 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 me, 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



[Chorus: Pharrell]

......Grindin'! (Ahhh)

......Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

...(Hu-huuh...)



[Malice overlapping last line of Chorus]

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 pot 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



[Chorus:]

......Grindin'! (Ahhh)

......Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

...(Hu-huuh...)



[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]

Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining

Niggas better stay in line, when

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)

Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining

Niggas better stay in line, when

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 "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"

Four and a half will get you in the game

Anything less is just a goddamn shame

Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face

with two tips whoever gets in the way

Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake

Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake

I'm Grinding

[Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line]

I move caine like a criple

Balance niggas through the hood 

Kids call me Mr. Sniffles

Other hand on my nickel--

Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you

As if I 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



[Chorus:]

...Grindin'! (Ahhh)

...Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

Grindin'! (Ahhh)

...(Hu-huuh...)



[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]

Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining

Niggas better stay in line, when

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)

Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining

Niggas better stay in line, when

When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)