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)
 (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