Grind your worthless corpse, motherfucker Dead and fucking, creeping the flesh (Fuck, yeah) Love you dead, complete forever Corpse grinders Grind your
blood The whole day made me bored My marplot was my neighbor His red flesh was largely pored Bones visible after an hour It is the sound The sound of grind
: [Bizzy:] Loose! Sippin on gin, fuck juice, A hundred percent brew, The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, So easy when me
: (I.Mills / M.Parish / W.Hudson) Whose that coming down the street Good old organ grinders beat He's the latest rhythm king With his organ grinder
Muzzle to muzzle for hit movement I'm a stop ya blood flow if ya try to stop my chip movement I be on strips doin' My grind thing brick movin' Flood the
grind with me. Just grind with me, C'mon and grind with me. If you hustle on my rocket And you grind with me. Now, grind with me. C'mon and grind with
Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a grinding halt No sound No people No clocks No people No fine No people No me No people Stopped Short Grinding
Chance meeting in the roaring eighties And you ain't going home tonight So shake it slowly An' do that Bump and Grind Rotate slowly Make it Bump and Grind
: [text: Naomi, music: Naomi & Faun] Und wenn die Nacht am tiefsten ist, dann werden wir uns ansehen und lachen und lachen und lachen dabei, dann werden
you wanna ride with it, ride with it Baby girl she ain't right with it, right with it Whatchu say? I'm grinding (Back it up, back it up) I'm grinding
: [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Wuuuuuuuu! Yo [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] We keep (bump & grindin') we keep We keep (bump & grindin') yeah In the 'Jects stay
'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind) All day, all night I'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind) Like I ain't made a dime I'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind
community But how the hell can I complain On the other side of town People are sleeping on the ground Look not far and you will find A tragedy, the daily grind
: Ay Yo Eeny meeny miny mo I'm p-p-pickin hoes To pucker up And kiss my ass under the mistletoe Yes I am about my cake Just call me Ana Mae's I keep
: [Talking:] Ok, ok, ok... chea, come on, come on, uhuh, listen [Verse 1:] Ye' ain't sayin nothin lil mama I got those and I'm bout to bl- blow like
on the phone, call me on tonight, Tell me that she'll never let me go, She worries all the time, I'm gonna be giving her the grind, Giving her the grind
ain't got nothing on my hands but time Tell me were you the one that's on the grind Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty They actin like they
: Je vois ton geste a la porte du jardin Toi tu t'en vas, je reste Et tu m'adresses un grand signe de la main Et je connais le reste. Car je sais bien
