ترانه:
Grinders

Intro. this my 9 to 5 still livin all that i like grindin makin money grindin makin money grindin makin money grindin makin money Lil Kim. I grind all

ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all never mind me Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin

homies off of Huckala street All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat [Chorus: Z-Ro] Ever since I could remember I been on my grind, All the

sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate the lucky hunch and guilt

my door I ain't got nothing on my hands but time Tell me were you the one that's on the grind (Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty) They

shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go [Chorus x2] I'm on the motherfucking grind You

We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard,

so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still Nigga still gotta get his grind on

holla this the big k ground hang on my nine still blowing line mother reach other swan yeah i'm on the low low docking pigs .. solo still i'm blowing