I here u scream uhooo Slow grind'n baby.... Grind on you, tell me all the freaky things you want me to do, Lick on yo' neck til' I here u scream
Übersetzung: Y \u0026amp; T. Grind On You.
huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you) you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind you can't let them
dis one here....... You could bounce wit it....you could buck wit it and you could roll wit it...ya heard me.. my dawg smurf I'm tellin' you did this
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla
it's them beats that'll make you ill Kid Capri got a tape that'll fit that bill And once you get hooked you won't know how to act Tradin tapes like baseball
find You got love for your dog nigga show him a sign (Yeah!) Can't hold him in the grind if you wanna see him ball Niggas build you up just to watch you
zones At home in mama's basement. Get out on the grind y'all. Ain't no better time dawg. I know y'all read the great commission. Let me just remind y
motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't, you don't do a goddamn thing
, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999 It's
college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can
: Intro: Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need nobody Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all Verse 1 Money gone fuck friends I need a homie
mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the
man! You can smoke crack (SouthSide!) if you wanna smoke crack, I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man! Don't look to me to stop you man! (yeeah!)
shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
] Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and Gap
kid Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time [Chorus
focus on my art... I'm a' artist! You can appreciate it... Like you appreciate... a Picasso. Or Andrew Warhol. You should love me! When you look at me