Lirik Lagu Grindin' (remix) - The Clipse
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Intro - Noreaga]We back y'all...
[Chorus - Clipse] + (Pharrell)What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
[Verse 1 - Noreaga]See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blindedLookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it)You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*)Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters?You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar boneHitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
[Pusha T]From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whip on whip, it's off the hardStand on that temple nigga, spit that cris niggaThrow that chair, make em recognize thisRaw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookwareUncle Jamima, wit my braids wrappedIn 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jackCoke price through the roof, SL blew the coupeMy niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoopCuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhoodHow the scale titer-totter, as I evolveWeight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-sawBricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch yaVirgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
[Chorus]
[Baby overlapping Clipse]Ay, ay 22's on new carsBOY BOY, step it up BOYMoney...Money...Stunna...
[Verse 2 - Baby]Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)I cook/cut crack, that's the sizinThem big, big rims on Tarzan, we shininMe and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)New Benz for teezies (holla holla)Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
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[Chorus - Clipse] + (Pharrell)What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN')Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN')Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN')So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN')Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this...
[Verse 1 - Noreaga]See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blindedLookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it)You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*)Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN')You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters?You know I got sons... (GRINDIN')Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar boneHitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN')
[Pusha T]From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whip on whip, it's off the hardStand on that temple nigga, spit that cris niggaThrow that chair, make em recognize thisRaw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookwareUncle Jamima, wit my braids wrappedIn 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jackCoke price through the roof, SL blew the coupeMy niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoopCuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhoodHow the scale titer-totter, as I evolveWeight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-sawBricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch yaVirgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker...
[Chorus]
[Baby overlapping Clipse]Ay, ay 22's on new carsBOY BOY, step it up BOYMoney...Money...Stunna...
[Verse 2 - Baby]Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly)I cook/cut crack, that's the sizinThem big, big rims on Tarzan, we shininMe and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla)New Benz for teezies (holla holla)Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy
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