Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and
Welcome to the Grindhouse
And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time
Yo sniff and cash on the B'
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Once again
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
Usually the two would be
Beside me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue your seat
He who moves usually
Cool it be slow your roll
These niggas here dey cool with me
Rock the same shoes as me
Went to the same school as me
News would be
That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya
I just called to let ya know
You need to keep the K up on ya
Chop up all these credit cards
Career is all that laid up on ya
Skeet skeet
Move fast don't let them bitchs lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here
Tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and sold ya for bread
Finding the life that we chose
Fast cars and this money
And these trifling hoes
Keep it real
Who wanna test a the goon or the pride
I keep it on my hips they call me onsly
Go and let a few fly
That made a few die
Some fell straight down others handglide
But none of them survive the rising of the tide
Drown in they own blood
Like pigs in the mud
Insert a few buds
Make sure he don't bud
Toss or throw away
I don't hold the grub
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Once again
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
Cancer sniff hands just split
Scoop me in the jag and dip
Nag a bichs and flag a ship
Over there like a bag of chips
Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick
Abra Kadabra I caught it all on camera
While I my major stamina
F**k all the amateurs
Smoking lavender
It's slightly lighter than purple with a murk
My family matters but ain't no urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst eachothe we trust each brother
There's another mad situation
Sad situation
That every n***a I know is in a bad situation
Situation
I'm tired of waiting
Tired of being patient
Tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it
Gonna make it
My hands are full
I'm a grindtime disciple
Right hand the bible
Left hand the rifle a rifle
We freed us boys
And we both got the greens
I got mine from the schools
He got his from the streets
Told me little n***a
Don't be like me
Like me
Yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he
Now back to me it's kind of sad
That that's all I want to be
A member of the game
Rapping and using slang
And even at career day
I said the same thang
Teacher shook her haid
What a god damn shame
But really motherf**ker
Who really should you blame
I had protica my environment
Workin towards retirement
Just another motherf**ker
Trying to come up
Hand above the water
And get head from your daughter
But who gives a f**k
Go on and sign me up
Big slim in the building n***a throw ya G'z up
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Once again
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
The rugor man the toolastan
From here to Jerusalem
Used to move it down
Twelve hundred sixty two grams
Heavy chevy running f**k it
It's a bucket trap car
Red dogs to my n***a
Man trap a trap star
Hell naw we under rated
Down'll be the day mo'
Catch me in da eight mo'
Yeah I got the yay mo'
Slip double played partna
Parking lot pimping on em
Dropping topping flipping on em
Cop a block and flip it on em
p***y boy boxy boy
You ain't never shattered shatta boy
You a boxy boy
Never shat a boy
That's why I shot all ya shattas boy
Left em dead
On all my hotter boys
Blunts of madosia
Saturate the polo
Leave a man older nickle fofo
Straight like mad cobras
Car jot em come get em
Cause his life over
Tell em chef john brown
If he come through town
He will be shot down
'Pon sight 'pon day 'pon night
He'll be dead upon the river
With them boxy boys
And them in for my niggas
Beaten swollen bloated like a elephant man
Blunt swollen bloated like a elephant man
Past getting high smokin for the hell of it man
If you ain't grindtime
You're irrelevant
Not Peel not Jones Mario shit
I'm sorry hoe
Not Zack not Jack not Bill Collector
Ey f**k you very much
Hope you have a bad day grindtime blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Once again
When the glock go blam blam
You die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done
No there's no where to hide nor where to run run
Grindtime motherf**ker here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
