Yoooooo lmfao. You ain't lyin homie. That's funny af that someone else legit commented that shit. Like on some real shit the Clipse Grindin beat was literally our 6rh grade anthem. The turn up was real at lunch
When this came out we still had lockers in high school. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THIS BEAT ON A LOCKER DOOR OF AN EMPTY LOCKER IN AN INSIDE HALLWAY OR P.E. LOCKER ROOM. BANGINGEST BANGER EVER BANGED
When this came out I was in freshman in high school. This beat is so fire. Literally talking about the game slangin hard in virgina where ain't shit to do but cook
I was already in the FED joint for drugs by 87 didn't get out until 92 went right back to work soon as I got out with a Mexican connect I met in the FED joint in Colorado and started getting semi loads full of Bud. But I didn't want to f*** with the dope anymore that was the best thing I ever did Lord knows it was cheap as hell I ain't seen a bird for under $20k or a $500 zip in quite a while now and everything's got fentanyl in it now even some of the bud!
0:45-0:50..with L💚VE but there's only so much a person can do if you're not willing to change for the better...Turn from your wicked ways and Repent💚 My grind is all about Family never been about the Fame* 🙋🏾♀️I'm so plain Jane✨ Clipse God Bless them and their families ✨
So I'm a bit old(er) school than this. I point that out because *I swear* this beat has always reminded me of something from the 80s underground; you wouldn't've heard it on daytime, more like the WHBI shows at 2AM. And it was just the beat with that woodblock pattern; reminiscent of Fats Comet/Tackhead, industrial experimental hip-hop. Please tell me I'm not crazy, and that this beat did indeed come from that.
Verse 1: Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it’s soft or hard I'm the, neighborhood pusha Call me Subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy, cuz Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the Feddy Govs Sorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm tryna show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting, be damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh [Verse 2: Malice] Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin', cousin, I got wholes for a dozen Even eleven-five if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them twenties is spinning like windmills And the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding, man, y'all never mind me
Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh [Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) [Verse 3: Malice] My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame Them days I wasn't able, there was always 'caine Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm grindin Verse 4: Pusha T] I move 'caine like a cripple Balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel Plated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick, my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen The other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin', Jack [Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh [Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding)
They still haven’t sent me my paper yet…….. when he was screaming a legend at two sports peewee Kirkland…….. I was screaming they’re born on the same damn day in May……. and they got the same hustle drugs basketball Master P ghost face baby slim James brown if you’re born in May…… You might be a legend and three sports they smart like that always about the money
