Clipse — Grindin Remix

[Hook: Pusha T & Pharrell] What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin!) What'cha game be like? (Grindin!) What'cha chain be like? (Grindin!) So what'cha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 1: N.O.R.E. & Pharrell] You see I'm grimey-minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a beat like mine, you can't find it You hear the Clipse and N.O.R.E., gotta rewind it (beep beep!) Nowadays you get on the run and get finded (Grinding!) You know I got guns Why you actin like my daughters? You know I got sons (Grinding!) Nah, we won't speak fam Aiming at ya collar bone, hit ya in ya cheek fam Grinding! [Verse 2: Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto to backyard to yard I sell it whipped, un-whipped, it's soft or hard Stand on that table, nigga, spit that Cris, nigga Throw that chair, make 'em recognize this: raw Playa looka here I'm great in the kitchen like Corning cookware Uncle Jemima, with my braids wrapped And three-minute recipes for cookin flapjacks Coke price through the roof, SL flew the coop 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 teeter-totter As I evolve, weight grew heavy It was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw Bricks in the muffler, Mac-11 touch ya Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker [Hook: Pusha T & Pharrell] What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin!) What'cha game be like? (Grindin!) What'cha chain be like? (Grindin!) So what'cha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 3: Birdman] I'm Big Tymin In a bubble-eye Lex, so fly and (so fly! so fly!) I cook/cut crack, that's besides me Them big, big rims on tires and, we shinin Me and Weezy (holla holla) Gold rims can't see me (holla holla) New Benz on tweezies (holla holla) Cadillac truck beamy, fo sheezy [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] From hood to hood, bitch nigga, yard to yard Hey I'm your hero cause I've got that heroin and that raw Check the rims on my car Naw, don't check 'em though cause they stuffed with blow Weezy Baby, still in the kitchen Just put a little curve on the shit I'm pitchin You need a hit, I'm Mark McGwire, come holla I watch the base at home, I'm umpire [Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (whoa) You know what I keep in a lining (whoa) Niggas better stay in line when (whoa) You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!) Grindin' (whoa) You know what I keep in a lining (whoa) Niggas better stay in line when (whoa) You see a nigga like me shinin' (grinding!) [Verse 5: Malice] Took 13 South, cross the Bay Bridge with it Ring the triangle, dinner bell, come and get it! The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention When my cell phone echo, I swear they listening '89 was my beginning y'all Young snot-nosed, stashed yams in a tennis ball Cops swore we was playing catch, no! We was adding stretch, no choice, beg 'til you outta breath I ducked the Feds, they seeing my weight grow Streets love Malice for his comeback ratio If they got popped, we made sure they made bail Cause if not, we be scared they gon tell Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies Pyrex, mixed that, scrape the sides Grindin, Glock-9 in the lining May God strike a nigga dead if he lying [Hook: Pusha T & Pharrell] What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin!) What'cha game be like? (Grindin!) What'cha chain be like? (Grindin!) So what'cha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin!) What'cha game be like? (Grindin!) What'cha chain be like? (Grindin!) So what'cha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this