Grindin Lyrics - Singles - Ras Kass

[Hook: Da Nation] 

If you like what you see, make a movie 

Get ya grind on, playa haters, always lose 

It's about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut 

We everything you need, now what's up 

[Ras Kass] 

It's the nigga you love to hate, '98 

Now how much cheese can one black nigga take 

Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized plates 

Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake 

See we be on one, so raise the roof 

Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes 

I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo 

I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo 

C Arson baby, born and raised 

Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies 

Now, I get around like a circle 

Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle 

Latino cute, she was built somethin fierce 

21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced 

Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me 

Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly 

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[Chorus: Ras Kass (Bad Azz)] 

And all the ladies say 

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on) 

And all the hustlers say 

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on) 

And everybody say 

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on) 

And all the niggas say 

(Get your grind on, just get your grind on) 

[Ras Kass] 

Let's take you back to the basics 

I smack a rapper's ass like a dominatrix 

Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases 

More chedda, the more better 

Family trunk tight, 

wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night 

I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream come true 

Whippin a '98 cream, V1-2 

Of course, you be seein me in one two 

Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree 

One on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifth 

Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick 

I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks 

If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits 

You need to just, catch us in the club 

Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em 

And it don't stop, til the fat lady sing 

But where Roseanne Barr at any way? Knowhatimean? 

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[Chorus] 

[Hook] 

[Ras Kass] 

A material girl in a material world 

Read her lips from 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world 

But you can have a piece of my love tonight 

I gets my swerve on like D.U.I. 

True lies between two thighs, no shame in my game 

Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the Brain 

Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric Estrada 

And gotta get a lotta hits like a fly swatter 

Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress 

And still got five on it stress 

Don't get it twisted, why you over there lookin at me 

If you ain't comin home tonight, let's get it on tonight 

Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lights 

Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep they panty lines showin 

Grindin, and grindin, and grindin 

[Chorus]