[Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]  What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)  Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)  So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)  Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this    [Verse 1: Sean Paul]  Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo  Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo  Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how  If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo  Hail my friend and start collect di top doe  Now, with ease, takin over all territories  Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze  Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies  Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze  Trees, smoke di pound by di keys  Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas  Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch  Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's  Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it  Yo, up inna your face definin it  Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it  Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it  Hey, up inna your face definin it  Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it    [Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]  What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)  Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!)  So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!)  Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this    [Verse 2: Simpleton]  Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread  Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red  Pay attention to like how easy man dead  It's ready been written man it's ready been said  Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head  Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led  Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled  Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds  We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead  And this di original di badily boom skegereg  Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic  Spittin like a damn automatic  So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic  Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo  Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance  Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine  Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed  Special in crime, grindin fly    [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)  Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)  Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...)  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)    [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall]  Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me  Niggas tryin to stop my doe  Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck  T Dot niggas ([Pharrell:] Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!)  Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth  Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house  Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock  Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north  Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten)  Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen)  Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?)  Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know  Swell it to di seem yuh know  Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know  Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot  Stop whinin when we ([Pharell:] Grinding!)    [Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]  What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!)  Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!)  Whatcha change be like? (Grindin)  So whatcha name be like? (Grindin)  Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this