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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

Go Grind Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire] 

Listen.. 

They say rapping's a waste of knowledge 

'Take ya ass to college' 

Now they broke ass call us 

Tryin to ask for dollars 

Sittin behing glass Impala's 

High class Impala's 

I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet 

If niggas lookin for the grands 

The grands can be spotted 

Chamillions the man 

He got it in his hand of wallet 

Ain't no If's, And's, about it 

'That man's the hottest' 

I accedently spent five grand 

Cause man, we ballas 

We don't shop at Family Dollars 

If your ice is fake? 

If you ask me for a verse 

I make my price inflate 

We still ghetto, lookin for some metal mics to break 

I'm still hangin around a hood, like a liscense plate 

I'm not cappin, cause trust me 

You'll know when I'm cappin 

When I pull out that gat 

And you hear that thang click-clackin 

You hear what that boy said? 

Don't be a hard head 

Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread 

 

[Chorus] 

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) 

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine 

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs 

Get off of youe behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah 

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time 

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind 

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? 

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah 

 

[Paul Wall] 

 

They say stuntin's a waste of money 

'Man, invest it in stocks' 

Now they homeless and out of work 

Ever since Enron flopped 

Have a hustle for every season 

That's the Babeoulous way 

Mo money underneath my mattress 

Then you have in your safe 

When money slow up? Make a different hustle blow up 

Alotta cats older then me, but they ain't never grow up 

Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and they quit 

I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get rich 

I ain't gone lie, I got lazy making fifty a week 

But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep 

I don't compete with other ballers 

I inspire myself 

Self-Emplyed, I could write a check 

 

And hire myself 

I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute 

All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot 

It don't matter what it cost, just grab some loot 

I'll earn it back before your class is through.. 

It's goin down 

 

[Chorus] 

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) 

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine 

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs 

Get off of youe behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah 

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time 

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind 

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? 

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah 

 

[Chamillionaire] 

Listen.. 

They say our album just dropped 

And we ain't proved a thing 

Look at the Sound Scan scannin 

Tell us who's the King 

Okay, if we don't hit Top 100 on Billboards 

We still gone feel joy, 50 hundreds in Bills boy 

We Runnin Houston streets, so you can say we RoadRunners 

You better hide your deer, like we was Doe Hunters 

Never made doe from a dealer, I'm no dope runna 

But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta 

HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through, what it do? 

Direspecting that Houston, Texas Underground? What a fool 

It's okay if you DeeJay's don't give us Radio play 

We tell the streets to go get our CD today, they obey 

Underground CD sella, Hundred Thousand or betta 

But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal 

Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror Mirror on the wall 

Can you tell us who really ball? 'Chamillion and Paul Wall' 

 

[Chorus X2] 

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) 

Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine 

(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs 

Get off of youe behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah 

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time 

Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind 

(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? 

Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) 

Yeaaaaah