Ras Ka** - Grindin' lyrics

[Hook: Da Nation] 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? [Ras Ka**] It's the n***a you love to hate, '98; Now how much cheese can one black n***a 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 a** like a girdle Latino cute, she was built somethin' fierce: 21, had her tongue and her bellybu*ton pierced Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me Like Marv Albert, but that hurt, boo, blow lightly [Hook: Ras Ka** (Bad Azz)] 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 n***as say (Get your grind on, just get your grind on) [Ras Ka**] Let me take you back to the basics: I smack a rapper's a** 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? [Hook] [Hook] [Ras Ka**] 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' hits 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' ... [Hook]