[Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]
What's the size of them rims on that car ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)

Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

[Verse 1: Sean Paul]

Tell dem!!! Connnect 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 how

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 the West Indies
Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze

Trees, smoke 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 definin 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
Hey, up inna your face definin it

Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it

[Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]

What's the size of them rims on that car ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)
Can they see that chain from a far ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)

Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this


[Verse 2: Simpleton]
Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread

Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red
Pay attention to like how easy man dead
It's ready been written man it's ready been said

Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head
Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led
Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled

Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds
We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead
And this di original di badily boom skegereg

Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic
Spittin like a damn automatic
So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic

Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo
Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance
Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine

Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed
Special in crime, grindin fly


[Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
^!$$%s better stay in line, when (Whooof...)

When you see a ^!$$% like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
^!$$%s better stay in line, when (Whooof...)

When you see a ^!$$% like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)

[Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall]

Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me
^!$$%s tryin to stop my doe
Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck

T Dot ^!$$%s ([Pharrell:] Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!)
Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth
Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house

Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon @@#!
Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north
Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten)

Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen)
Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?)
Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know
Swell it to di seem yuh know
Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know

Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot
Stop whinin when we ([Pharell:] Grinding!)

[Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]
What's the size of them rims on that car ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)

Can they see that chain from a far ^!$$% huh? (Grindin!)
Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)
Whatcha change be like? (Grindin)
So whatcha name be like? (Grindin)
Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this