[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell]
What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin')
Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin')
What ya game be like? (Grindin')
What ya chain be like? (Grindin')
So what ya name be like? (Grindin')
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Pharrell]
Tell dem! Connect di dot yo
Dem mi friend, dem ready fi hit di block yo
Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know, oh
If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo
Hail my friend and start collect di top doe
Now, with ease, takin over all territories
Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze
Mi shot can be heard from inna the West Indies
Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze
Trees, smoke by di pound by di keys
Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas
Top notch, we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch
Di way how we be clockin it makin these G's, grindin it
Yo, pickin up di pace, double timin it
Yo, up inna your face redefinin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it
Yo, grindin it
Yo, pickin up di pace, double timin it (Grinding)
Hey, up inna your face definin it
Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it
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