Ras Kass, Bad Azz - Grindin' lyrics

If you like what you see, make a move
Get ya grind on, playa haters always lose
It's about fun, gettin' money
Layin' in the cut
With everything you need, now what's up?

It's the nigga you love to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one black nigga take?
Convertible Jag XK8 with customized plates
Playmates jumpin' out my birthday cake
See, we be on one, so raise the roof
Or we gon tear the club up
Hoes in daisy dukes i made you loose
Orange juice mixed wit Hen tho'
I be doin' my thug thizzo, that's for shizzo
C-Arson baby, born and raised
Back in the KDAYs, when we was ba bays
Now I get around like a circle
Squeezin' on ya lady's fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was built somethin' fierce:
21, had her tongue and
Her bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey
Wanna politely bite me
Like Marv Albert, but that hurt, boo
Blow lightly

And all the ladies say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the hustlers say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And everybody say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the niggas say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)

Let me take you back to the basics:
I smack a rapper's ass like a dominatrix
Life is screwfaces and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the more better
Family trump tight
Wit' my grandma dressin' all you
Chickens on fight night
I'm flossin' in Vegas like dream come true
Whippin' a '98 cream V 1-2
Of course, you be seein' me and one, two
I mean, three, laser-cut key, boo
One on Peachtree
One on Crenshaw, one on One Two Fifth
Walkin' in a B-Boy stance, holdin' my dick
I'm sick
Flippin' scripts like Mxyzptlk on chicks
If they ridin' on my neezies
Like fleas and ticks
You need to just, catch us in the club
Ten-drink minimum
Freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady sing
But where Roseanne Barr at any way
Know what I mean?

A material girl in a material world
Read her lips from 'cross
The crowd, she said, "Gimme a whirl"
But you can have a piece of my love tonight

I gets my swerve on like DUIs
True lies between two thighs
No shame in my game

Tryin' to take over the world
Like Pinky and the Brain

Gotta get a lot o' CHiPs like Eric Estrada

And gotta get a lot o'
Hit's like a fly swatter
Kick it to upscale hoochies
The ones who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on the stress
Don't get it twisted why you
Over there lookin' at me
If you ain't comin' home tonight?
Let's get it on tonight
Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the chronic
The mic and strobe lights yeah, I'm knowin'
That's why women keep they
Panty lines showin'
Grindin', and grindin' and grindin'