| Lyrics: | [Hook: Da Nation]
If you like what you see, make a movie
Get ya grind on, playa haters,
always lose
It's about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut
We everything you need, now
what's up
[Ras Kass]
It's the nigga you love to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can
one black nigga take
Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my
birthday cake
See we be on one, so raise the roof
Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy
dukes
I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for
shizzo
C Arson baby, born and raised
Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies
Now, I get
around like a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was built
somethin fierce
21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna
politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly
[Chorus: Ras Kass
(Bad Azz)]
And all the ladies say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And all
the hustlers say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And everybody say
(Get your
grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the niggas say
(Get your grind on, just get your
grind on)
[Ras Kass]
Let's take you back to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass like
a dominatrix
Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the more
better
Family trunk tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night
I'm
flossin in Vegas, like dream come true
Whippin a '98 cream, V1-2
Of course, you be seein me
in one two
Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree
One on Crenshaw, one on
one-two fifth
Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin |
