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

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 'cuz I pump base like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cuz
Ball 'til you fall 'cuz you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz 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

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
(Hu, huh)

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

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
(Hu, huh)

Grindin', 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'
(Grinding)

Grindin', 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'
(Grinding)

My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn't "Abel", there was always "Cain"
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
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake

I'm grinding, I move 'caine like a criple
Balance weight 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

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)

Grindin'
(Ahh)
Grindin'
(Ahh)
(Hu, huh)

Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line when
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Grinding)

Grindin', when you know what I keep in a lining
Niggas better stay in line when
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Grinding)