Ugk Lyrics - Grind Hard lyrics

Grind Hard lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Young T.O.E.:]
T.O.E. - hol up!
Say my name in my city when you talk about cash
Im stackin chips, grindin hard, nigga showin my ass
Nigga the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock)
Other niggaz block roll but my block never stop (stop)
Dont you know Im pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top
My hoes yeah they hot so Im steppin out clean
Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz
Blowin purp and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water
Dont fuck with me, Im T.O.E., aint nobody shit harder
Im droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father
And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water
P.A. 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class, cause I stay fly nigga
Im known to skate by nigga, but the snake hittin licks
Keep a brick full of shit that get filthy right quick bitch!

[Pimp C:] Grind hard [x8]

[Pimp C:]
UGHHHHHH~!
M e and Young TOE in a drop top llac
Its cold outside, so the top and hood back
Hit the town again when the skunk come through
The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue
Betchu never seen blue dro befo
It come from Hawaii, bitch niggaz dont wanna try me
Im the MVP of that P.A.T.
You say he lookin for me, I dont see nobody chasin me
Roll my own shit, I dont need no niggaz lacin me
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Guerillas in my trunk, aint no nigga outbassn me
Cocaine lady, I dont fuck her no mo (no mo)
The bitch pussy good but she a sheisty-ass hoe
She fuckin up my hood, she wont let my people go (go)
They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow)
I aint Jesse Jackson, Im just watchin the reaction bro
I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know

[Pimp C:] Grind hard [x8]

[DJ B-Do:]
If aint bout bread, then its dead
I count money all day til my fingers turn red (red)
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a buncha ropes
Custom trill niggaz from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope
Game got good, so a nigga eatin steaks
Pimpin on drank, blowin purp, chillin on a lake
Get it straight mayne, Im sittin on old cash
Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash
If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers
A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers
Boys talkin down I put it all in they face
Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states
So when you see them Texas plates, you know its goin down
B-do in a city near you, straight out that 409
And Im a hold it down, I bar none and fade all
Twenty-five, hoe three-sixty-six, no days off

[Outro: chopped up]
Sellin weight, get it straight, fuck the 20s and 10s