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    Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne On The Grind текст песни

    On The Grind

    [Lil Wayne]
    Whaaat
    You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
    Or dope and powder broke, and our sale’s soap and flour
    And most of our customers come up to us daily
    Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy — a hustler, baby
    What can I give you? I distribute ki’s to the kings
    And z’s to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens
    You need to see Wheez — anything you like and I have ‘em
    From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums
    I’m the nigga they point to when you hit my av
    So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
    I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
    And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav’
    And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
    For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know the right people
    And I keep a nine on my waistline
    And I’ma be right on the corner, wodie — I’m gonna grind

    [Hook]
    [Lil Wayne]
    I tell ‘em, "Whaaat!!"
    You see me hustlin’ on the block all the time
    Sittin’ at the table, breakin’ ki’s down to dimes
    Sooner or later this neighborhood gon’ be mine
    Nigga, I’m tryin’ to grind

    I tell ‘em, "Whaaat!!"
    You see me hustlin’ on the block all the time
    Sittin’ at the table, breakin’ ki’s down to dimes
    Sooner or later this neighborhood gon’ be mine
    Nigga, I’m on the grind

    [Lil Wayne]
    Nigga, y’all gon’ respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin’ shots
    I have your chest steamin’ hot, and your sis’ screamin’, "Stop!"
    I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
    On the corner ’til the mornin’, see the cops and flee
    And if we beef, we don’t beef long ’cause we gon’ creep all night
    So I hope you don’t sleep all night — we on your street all night
    Say, aw aw, I don’t want your boy to get me shoes
    ’cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
    And the bricks move every followin’ week
    So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me — got powder or d
    And I shower your streets until your av pass out
    More bricks than the three of your pigs’ last damn house
    Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
    And issue work for half and just grab that south
    For real, nigga — Wheezy Whee tryin’ to shine
    From daybreak to nightfall I’m gon’ grind

    [Hook]
    [Lil Wayne]
    Tell ‘em, "Whaaat!!"
    You see me hustlin’ on the block all the time
    Sittin’ at the table, breakin’ ki’s down to dimes
    Sooner or later this neighborhood gon’ be mine
    Nigga, I’m on the grind

    I tell ‘em, "Whaaat!!"
    You see me hustlin’ on the block all the time
    Sittin’ at the table, breakin’ ki’s down to dimes
    Sooner or later this neighborhood gon’ be mine
    Nigga, I’m on the grind

    [Lil Wayne]
    I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki’s
    Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
    Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
    Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
    And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
    And I’ll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
    Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain’t got a bag to lose
    Especially if I don’t like who sent ‘em to me and I’ma tax a dude
    Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
    Sometimes I play it sour — what you thought was yay was flour
    I pull whatever for the cheddar — nigga gotta flash and floss
    Drought come around, then it’s jack the cost or jack the boss
    Cock the gun, then I push rocks ’til I spot the sun
    All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
    I’m tryin’ to get rich ’cause I wan’ shine
    You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time

    [Hook-4x]
    [Lil Wayne]
    I tell ‘em, "Whaaat!!"
    You see me hustlin’ on the block all the time
    Sittin’ at the table, breakin’ ki’s down to dimes
    Sooner or later this neighborhood gon’ be mine
    Nigga, I’m on the grind

    [Lil Wayne]
    Look,
    Whaaaaaa



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