South Park Mexican - Stay On Your Grind lyrics

Stay on your grind (oh I know I know I you know) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (everybody) Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah) [Verse 1] Hustlas Dont give a f**stas And we smoke like broke down mufflas Paint pictures Write scriptures At the beach 30 deep riding ninjas Smoke a owl I cant go without it Me and my crew we always joke about it In the back of the tour bus With a gorgeous Little ho just f**ing all four of us The game Lord its the d** and fast hoes Hotels with the beds with bra** poles Sip gallons Cant keep my balance I'ma have to shine like the boy Ritchie Valens Iced medallion Got a thick stallion 700 pounds coming straight from Megallon Dogs of the leashes Oh my Jesus Leave in peace or leave in pieces [Chorus] Stay on your grind (my brother) Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (and everybody) [Verse 2] I'ma fly like Vince Bubble like Prince Momma just ain't been the same ever since She cant beleive I got all these fans And she won't stop saving aluminum cans I'm swanging and swerving Woozing and worthing Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon But that was '82 I was acting a fool The only Mexican in the whole damn school The game will eat your a** up if you let it That was back when crack was the epidemic I'ma represent it My house ain't rented Always kept it real while you boys pretended Lace my Pippins Cook my chickens They shot my boy missed me by inches Now my flow harder than my dick is You cant see me unless you buy some tickets [Chorus] Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah) Stay on your grind (oh you special now) Stay on your grind (the police baby) Stay on your grind (my sistas) [Verse 3] I'ma stay about my paper Built my house on a solid acre Used to be broke But I ain't tripping on that Its 2002 I'ma flip in my 'Lac And get gone in the wind Chrome on the rim Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend Player hatings a sin I got men thatll check you chinny-chin-chin All his homeboys need revenge Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems I'ma interceptor off the record Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lecter I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper But it taste like medicine I'm fighting and wrestling Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican [Chorus] Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah) Stay on your grind (and if you felling me) Stay on your grind (yeah well well well) Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby) Stay on your grind Stay on your grind Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea) Stay on your grind I know and you know And Dope House Records know baby yeah And Wreck Shop and everybody You gotta stay on your grind If you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby