grindin' (remix)

we back y'all. what's the size of them rims on that car nigga?

can they see that chain from a far nigga?

whatcha game be like?

whatcha chain be like?

so whatcha name be like?

ma

it don't get more ghetto than this. see i'm grimmy minded

you've been blinded

lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it

you need the clipse and nore

gotta rewind it

nowadays you get on that run and get finded

you know i got guns

why you actin like my daughters?

you know i got sons. naw

we won't speak fam

aimin atcha collar bone

hitcha in ya cheek fam

from ghetto to ghetto

to backyard to yard

i sell it whip on whip

it's off the hard

stand on that temple nigga

spit that cris nigga

throw that chair

make em recognize this

raw

playa looka here

i'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookware

uncle jamima

wit my braids wrapped

in 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack

coke price through the roof

sl blew the coupe

my niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop

cuzzo

i make the block holla

take it back to childhood

how the scale titer-totter

as i evolve

weight grew heavy

it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw

bricks in the muffler

mack 11 touch ya

virgina's hustler

i'm here motherfucker. what's the size of them rims on that car nigga?

can they see that chain from a far nigga?

whatcha game be like?

whatcha chain be like?

so whatcha name be like?

ma

it don't get no ghetto than this. ay

ay 22's on new cars

boy boy

step it up boy

money. money. stunna. big tymin in a bubble-eye lex

so fly

i cook/cut crack

that's the sizin

them big

big rims on tarzan

we shinin

me and wheezy no rims can see me

new benz for teezies

cadallac truck beamin

fo sheezy

from hood to hood

which nigga

yard to yard

they on your hairo cuz i got that heroin and that raw

check the rims on my car

naw

don't check em

no cuz they stuffed wit blow

macy baby still in the kitchen

jet with a lil bit curved on the shit i'm pitchin

you need a hit like mark mcgwire

come holla

i watch the bass at home

i'm umpire

holla

grin-din

when you know what i keep in a linin

niggas better stay in line when

when you see a nigga like me shinin'

grin-din

when you know what i keep in a linin

niggas better stay in line

when

when you see a nigga like me shinin'

213 south cross the baybridge wit it

bring the triangle

then mail

come and get it

the time in the kitchen

i dare not mention

when my cell phone echo

i swear they listenin

'89 was my beginnin y'all

young snot-nosed

cash yams in a tennis ball

cops swore we was playin catch

no

we was at a stretch

no shorts

beg till you outta breath

i ducked the feds

they seein my weight grow

streets love malice for his comeback gracial

if they got popped

we made sure they made bail

cuz if not

we be scared they gon tell

patty cake

that's me

bake the pies

pie wrecked

mixed that

scrape the sides

grindin'

glock 9 in a line in

make god strike a nigga dead if he lyin

what's the size of them rims on that car nigga?

can they see that chain from a far nigga?

whatcha game be like?

whatcha chain be like?

so whatcha name be like?

ma

it don't get more ghetto than this. what's the size of them rims on that car nigga?

can they see that chain from a far nigga?

whatcha game be like?

whatcha chain be like?

so whatcha name be like?

ma

it don't get more ghetto than this.