On The Grind

Nelly


Complexity: 58 Readability: 81.48   Sentiment: -1   Word Count: 631   Unique Words: 238
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
Uh...yea...swing
Nel my dirty Jacob
Yea Come on

[Hook]
[Nelly]
Now if you gonna ride
Get inside lets roll
If you runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
I ain't got nothing on my hands but tim
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[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]
Uh ... yea ... swing
Nel my dirty Jacob
Yea Come on

[ Hook ]
[ Nelly ]
Now if yew gonna ride
Get inside lets role
If yew runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
Eye ain't got nothing on my hands butt thyme
Tell mi whirr yew the won that's on the grind
If yew gonna ride
Get inside lets role
If yew runnin yo mouth then
Shit then shut my door
Eye ain't got nothing on my hands butt thyme
Tell mi whirr yew the won that's on the grind
Cheque it was it yew that was on the grind dirty

They actin like they really want it with mi
Trust mi they don't really want it they just want too bee scene
They wanna disrupt my teem with these publicity schemes
Tryin ' too dismantle my panel with lies rumors and scandals
Butt uh Eye pull threw it like I'm tuggin a wore
Eye tell ya the situation like Eye bean hear before
I'm still popin dirty still smokin point clickin
Watchin the doors open
Know jokin e'rything remotin
Know chokin awe bleedin this ride is fore free
Know matter watt u got yaw dying fore free
Automatically I'm focused like 35 millimeters
Awl of the sudden like such and such wanna mete us
Awl of the sudden like such and such wanna greet us
The same will yew believe us
Now they awl tryin too cheat us
Inn reel life they can't beet us
Sum thyme they try too repeat us

[ Hook ]

Why is they yackin like they fuckin with these (Eye don't no)
Why is they stuntin like they holdin the keys (tell mi)
Them type of people don't bee holdin know heat (naw)
Then how the fuck they gon bee rollin with mi (uh)
Dude how the hell yew ain't gonna waist yo thyme (weight yo thyme)
Yo mouth gonna fuck around and gonna waist yo thyme (ey)
Eye don't them nigga that ain't gonna grind
When it's peso thyme come out and take yo shine dirty
I'm the same nigga that's outta control (outta control)
Eye put a little malinger out on the role (ey)
The bigger it just got the calico Eye bean cockin and loadin
Eye bean poppin inn fours (uh)
Set that aside cuz Eye gotta get those (gotta get those)
The finest shit then watt yew proud of mi fore (tell mi)
The dirty either yew gonna ride awe yew don't (uh)
Inside there's moor shit if knot weir gone nigga

[ Hook ]

uh uh uh uh uh uh yew tell em
Watch mi now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs . pick mi now
Yew tell ' em watch mi now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs . pick mi now
Well if said it Eye dun it if Eye dun it Eye did it
And if Eye, And if Eye want it if don't put it against it
The whey that Eye should spend it too get just how Eye should
Awl money ain't good money butt know money ain't good
Eye took the hood tactics and plot with musical talents
Tryin too create a balance
Inn between Minnesota and Dallas
Never matters when I'm speakin
If yew peepin just let mi no
I'm guaranteed too keep it crackin just like eggs hittin the flo
I'm dottin just wanna bee Eye ask
Clippin the wings Eye wanna fly ass
Only Q and D . Miles can look down on mi
Maybe Eye should be be inn my head
Eye puts it down homie

[ Hook x2 ]

Yew tell em watch mi now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs . pick mi now
Yew tell em watch mi now I'm spiffy now
Smoke sticky now and the Mrs . pick mi now ey