grindin freeverse w/ rough draft audio
Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:58 am
i move rocks by the kilo
dudes pop but i scheme yo
tool cocked on a spree fo'
any dude tryna take a shot at the king gon'
say goodnight or lay in fright
you bitch dudes is fish food you shouldn't stay so hype
and you ain't nothing why you lames fronting
going out with a bitch when you know she ain't gon stay the night
fuck the cards i was dealt god say i ain't play them right
gave me a new deck and told me stay in sight
so with the inf beam don't tempt me
i know where you rest as fuck yo you'll stay in sights
i got the soul thicker than a timberland
and ya'll still try tuck o's sitting on a rental plan
and i never shoot before i scrap gotta knock out the dentals fam
and ya bitch know how i act her pussy would be where my timber lands
grandmoms told me to try to go strait with the grinding
i said fuck that and copped a crib bigger than the place she reside in
couple metal plates in the lining base in the dining room
i'm so fly you can't deny it dude so go head try and move
i'm ten steps ahead of any competitor the supreme representa of
the street hustle mean muscle i got the worlds weights on my shoulders
so you think i'm fearing that lil tre 8 on ya holster
i cop bricks ya'll struggle to afford the baking soda
and when the whores shake is over
if she say she chilling with homegirls she lying fam
believe it i got more cake than oprah before the diet plan
so don't try to get invading my place son
these bricks ain't the only thing that'll making you face numb
you ain't making a name dun and i ain't talking to whores
soon as the hear my voice they pantys drop to the floor
ready for the cock 'till their sore
having 'em scared and baby crazy wanting me to use a rubber
i'm like what the fuck you think your esophagus' for
i may be lazy but fuck it i live how i wanna
cop a different crib in the summer
rock a different bitch in my slumber
fucka
i gotta ho and chain for every day of the weak
and the chain probably the reason they stay on they knees
but i ain't playing for keeps
cause mosta these bitchs ya'll claim is wifey material
is most likely venieral and you can't turn a ho to a housewife
but fuck it you gotta have some ho's for their mouths right?
you don't wanna spar with rhyming
ya'll acting so hard and trying
but i write iller just hardly trying
"grinding" tuck a four fifth and a nine in the lining
fuck a whore quick without trying "grinding"
move bricks on the side and
if a bitch say i ain't fly then she lying
"grinding"
mixtape coming soon "what you see is what you get, but you don't always get what you see"
this probably won't be on it i just wrote it today for the hell of it, i'm gonna record it in a lil bit
dudes pop but i scheme yo
tool cocked on a spree fo'
any dude tryna take a shot at the king gon'
say goodnight or lay in fright
you bitch dudes is fish food you shouldn't stay so hype
and you ain't nothing why you lames fronting
going out with a bitch when you know she ain't gon stay the night
fuck the cards i was dealt god say i ain't play them right
gave me a new deck and told me stay in sight
so with the inf beam don't tempt me
i know where you rest as fuck yo you'll stay in sights
i got the soul thicker than a timberland
and ya'll still try tuck o's sitting on a rental plan
and i never shoot before i scrap gotta knock out the dentals fam
and ya bitch know how i act her pussy would be where my timber lands
grandmoms told me to try to go strait with the grinding
i said fuck that and copped a crib bigger than the place she reside in
couple metal plates in the lining base in the dining room
i'm so fly you can't deny it dude so go head try and move
i'm ten steps ahead of any competitor the supreme representa of
the street hustle mean muscle i got the worlds weights on my shoulders
so you think i'm fearing that lil tre 8 on ya holster
i cop bricks ya'll struggle to afford the baking soda
and when the whores shake is over
if she say she chilling with homegirls she lying fam
believe it i got more cake than oprah before the diet plan
so don't try to get invading my place son
these bricks ain't the only thing that'll making you face numb
you ain't making a name dun and i ain't talking to whores
soon as the hear my voice they pantys drop to the floor
ready for the cock 'till their sore
having 'em scared and baby crazy wanting me to use a rubber
i'm like what the fuck you think your esophagus' for
i may be lazy but fuck it i live how i wanna
cop a different crib in the summer
rock a different bitch in my slumber
fucka
i gotta ho and chain for every day of the weak
and the chain probably the reason they stay on they knees
but i ain't playing for keeps
cause mosta these bitchs ya'll claim is wifey material
is most likely venieral and you can't turn a ho to a housewife
but fuck it you gotta have some ho's for their mouths right?
you don't wanna spar with rhyming
ya'll acting so hard and trying
but i write iller just hardly trying
"grinding" tuck a four fifth and a nine in the lining
fuck a whore quick without trying "grinding"
move bricks on the side and
if a bitch say i ain't fly then she lying
"grinding"
mixtape coming soon "what you see is what you get, but you don't always get what you see"
this probably won't be on it i just wrote it today for the hell of it, i'm gonna record it in a lil bit