Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - Go Grind lyrics

Listen
They say rapping's a waste of knowledge
"Take ya ass to college"
Now they broke ass call us
Tryin to ask for dollars
Sittin behing glass Impala's
High class Impala's
I make two cash deposit's everytime
I pass the closet
If niggas lookin for the grands
The grands can be spotted
Chamillions the man
He got it in his hand of wallet
Ain't no If's, and's, about it
"That man's the hottest"
I accedently spent five grand
Cause man, we ballas
We don't shop at Family Dollars
If your ice is fake?
If you ask me for a verse
I make my price inflate we still ghetto


Lookin for some metal mics to break
I'm still hangin around a hood
Like a liscense plate
I'm not cappin, cause trust me
You'll know when I'm cappin
When I pull out that gat
And you hear that thang click-clackin
You hear what that boy said?
Don't be a hard head
Save me some left overs im
Through with some raw bread

Let's open, the garage and pull
Them cars out (Why?) show em how boys in
The dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind) yeaaah
There's no time, to sleep -
We hustle and grind, all the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaah

They say stuntin's a waste of money
"Man, invest it in stocks"
Now they homeless and out of work
Ever since Enron flopped
Have a hustle for every season
That's the Babeoulous way
Mo money underneath my mattress
Then you have in your safe
When money slow up? Make a
Different hustle blow up
Alotta cats older then me
But they ain't never grow up
Boys hit a couple of licks
Buy some kicks and they quit
I ain't hustlin for a fifth
I'm on the grind to get rich
I ain't gone lie
I got lazy making fifty a week
But when that fifty sunk to ten I
Woke up out of my sleep
I don't compete with other ballers
I inspire myself
Self-Emplyed, I could write a check
And hire myself
I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute
All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot
It don't matter what it cost
Just grab some loot i'll earn it back before
Your class is through it's goin down

Let's open, the garage and pull
Them cars out (Why?) show em how boys in
The dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind) yeaaah
There's no time, to sleep -
We hustle and grind, all the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaah

Listen they say our album just dropped
And we ain't proved a thing
Look at the Sound Scan scannin
Tell us who's the King
Okay, if we don't hit Top 100 on Billboards
We still gone feel joy
50 hundreds in Bills boy
We Runnin Houston streets
So you can say we RoadRunners
You better hide your deer
Like we was Doe Hunters
Never made doe from a dealer
I'm no dope runna
But, I intercept chips like a
Kick from a slow punta
HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through
What it do? Direspecting that Houston
Texas Underground? What a fool
It's okay if you DeeJay's don't
Give us Radio play
We tell the streets to go get our CD today
They obey underground CD sella
Hundred Thousand or betta
But, I'm not in this game to
Get a Grammy letta or metal
Just tryin to make alot of chedda
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Can you tell us who really
Ball? "Chamillion and Paul Wall"

Let's open, the garage and pull
Them cars out (Why?) show em how boys in
The dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind) yeaaah
There's no time, to sleep -
We hustle and grind, all the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaah