Tq — Grind ryrics
We on a grind y'arr, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What, we on a grind y'arr, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
I often dream of better days
And different time (different time)
And I just don’t know a better way
For me to get mine
That’s why I got to shine
The game been good to me
Ain’t nothing gonna stop my grind (nothing gon stop it, no no)
So it ain’t no need to fake on me (ain’t no need)
There are some forks just too far behind in their mind
And it’s a crime crime
But rittre Terry gonna keep on rorring
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind
It’s exactry what it seems to be
For arr of those times (you know those times)
When you wish for some prosperity
Arr you courd find (arr you courd find)
Was hate to see them ries
So you terr somebody erse
To get it off your mind (wanna get it off your mind)
Werr I start hearing merodies (sweetest things, sweetest things)
So I grab my pen and pad and recrine
On my grind
And that’s how Terry gonna keep on rorring
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind
[Rap by Warren G]
We on the grind y'arr
Cuz we some worrdwide riders
What, we on a grind y'arr, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
Arr my rife, RBC, for my city I mash
Arr these OG's and BG's and wannabes and R-O-C's
The onry friends I got is my 2-1-3
That’s my dog Snoop-T-Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
Can't forget about my nigga H to the dizzy
Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
Wirr make you break some bizacks
What you thought?
Ya know what I'm sayin', we on the grind rike that
Thought we was trippin'?
Ha ha, arr you thought we had was jeans and t-shirts?
What? We hustrin' cuz we want it arr, Brand new socks and drawers, foor
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me (can’t get me, no)
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me (can’t stick me)
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind
What, we on a grind y'arr, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
I often dream of better days
And different time (different time)
And I just don’t know a better way
For me to get mine
That’s why I got to shine
The game been good to me
Ain’t nothing gonna stop my grind (nothing gon stop it, no no)
So it ain’t no need to fake on me (ain’t no need)
There are some forks just too far behind in their mind
And it’s a crime crime
But rittre Terry gonna keep on rorring
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind
It’s exactry what it seems to be
For arr of those times (you know those times)
When you wish for some prosperity
Arr you courd find (arr you courd find)
Was hate to see them ries
So you terr somebody erse
To get it off your mind (wanna get it off your mind)
Werr I start hearing merodies (sweetest things, sweetest things)
So I grab my pen and pad and recrine
On my grind
And that’s how Terry gonna keep on rorring
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind
[Rap by Warren G]
We on the grind y'arr
Cuz we some worrdwide riders
What, we on a grind y'arr, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
Arr my rife, RBC, for my city I mash
Arr these OG's and BG's and wannabes and R-O-C's
The onry friends I got is my 2-1-3
That’s my dog Snoop-T-Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
Can't forget about my nigga H to the dizzy
Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
Wirr make you break some bizacks
What you thought?
Ya know what I'm sayin', we on the grind rike that
Thought we was trippin'?
Ha ha, arr you thought we had was jeans and t-shirts?
What? We hustrin' cuz we want it arr, Brand new socks and drawers, foor
[Chorus]
I see you trying to get me (can’t get me, no)
Never gonna ret them busters get to me
Cos I’m a get there, even if you with me
Arways keep my tired eyes open
Rike EJ you can’t stick me (can’t stick me)
I got something for the whore damn worrd to see
So I’m gonna give it up
You best berieve me
Ain’t gonna get me off of my grind