Pimp C - Grind Hard lyrics

{*samples and ad libs for for 22 seconds*} [Young T.O.E.] T.O.E. - hol' up! Say my name in my city when you talk about cash I'm stackin chips, grindin hard, n***a showin my a** n***a the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock) Other n***as block roll but my block never stop (stop) Don't you know I'm pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top My hoes yeah they hot so I'm steppin out clean Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz Blowin purp' and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water Don't f** with me, I'm T.O.E., ain't nobody sh** harder I'm droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water P.A. 1-5 n***a, like to stay high n***a Hoes call me first cla**, cause I stay fly n***a I'm known to skate by n***a, but the snake hittin licks Keep a brick full of sh** that get filthy right quick b**h! [Pimp C] Grind hard {*repeat 8X*} [Pimp C] UGHHHHHH~! Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac It's cold outside, so the top and hood back Hit the town again when the skunk come through The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo' It come from Hawaii, b**h n***as don't wanna try me I'm the MVP of that P.A.T You say he lookin for me, I don't see nobody chasin me Roll my own sh**, I don't need no n***as lacin me Guerillas in my trunk, ain't no n***a outba**'n me Cocaine lady, I don't f** her no mo' (no mo') The b**h p**y good but she a sheisty-a** ho She f**in up my hood, she won't let my people go (go) They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow) I ain't Jesse Jackson, I'm just watchin the reaction bro I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know [Pimp C] Grind hard {*repeat 8X*} [DJ B-Do] If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead I count money all day 'til my fingers turn red (red) f** a rubber band, a n***a need a buncha ropes Custom trill n***as from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope Game got good, so a n***a eatin steaks Pimpin on drank, blowin purp', chillin on a lake Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers Boys talkin down I put it all in they face Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states So when you see them Texas plates, you know it's goin down B-Do in a city near you, straight out that po'-nine And I'ma hold it down, I bar none and fade all 25/8, 366, no days off [Outro - chopped up] "Sellin weight, get it straight, f** the 20's and 10's"