Intro & Chorus: Pusha T (Pharell)   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