Lyrics On the Grind - Nelly feat. King Jacob
Uh,
yeah,
swing,
Nel,
my
dirty
Jacob,
yeah,
come
on
Now
if
you're
going
to
ride,
get
inside,
lets
roll
If
you're
running
your
mouth,
then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time,
tell
me
Were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind,
if
you're
going
to
ride
Get
inside,
lets
roll,
if
you're
running
your
mouth
Then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door,
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time
Tell
me,
were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind
Check
it,
was
it
you
that
was
on
the
grind
dirty
They
acting
like
they
really
want
it
with
me,
trust
me
They
don't
really
want
it,
they
just
want
to
be
seen
They
want
to
disrupt
my
team
with
these
publicity
schemes
Trying
to
dismantle
my
panel
with
lies,
rumours
and
scandals
But
uh,
I
pull
through
it
like
I'm
tugging
a
war
I
tell
you
the
situation
like
I've
been
here
before
I'm
still
popping
dirty,
still
smoking,
point
clicking
Watching
the
doors
open,
no
joking,
everything's
remoting
No
choking
or
bleeding,
this
ride
is
for
free,
no
matter
what
You
got
your
dying
for
free,
automatically
I'm
focused
like
thirty
five
millimetres,
all
of
the
sudden
Like
such
and
such
wants
to
meet
us,
all
of
the
sudden
Like
such
and
such
wants
to
greet
us,
the
same,
will
you
believe
us
Now,
they're
all
trying
to
cheat
us,
in
real
life,
they
can't
beat
us
Sometimes,
they
try
to
repeat
us
Now
if
you're
going
to
ride,
get
inside,
lets
roll
If
you're
running
your
mouth,
then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time,
tell
me
Were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind,
if
you're
going
to
ride
Get
inside,
lets
roll,
if
you're
running
your
mouth
Then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door,
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time
Tell
me,
were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind
Check
it,
was
it
you
that
was
on
the
grind
dirty
Why
is
they
yacking
like
they
fucking
with
these,
I
don't
know
Why
is
they
stunting
like
they
holding
the
keys,
tell
me
Them
type
of
people
don't
be
holding
no
heat,
no
Then
how
the
fuck
they
gon'
be
rolling
with
me,
yeah
Dude,
how
the
hell
you
ain't
going
to
waste
your
time,
wait
your
time
Your
mouth's
going
to
fuck
around
and
going
to
waste
your
time,
hey
I
told
them
niggas'
that
ain't
going
to
grind
When
its
peso
time,
come
out
and
take
your
shine
dirty
I'm
the
same
nigga
that's
out
of
control,
out
of
control
I
put
a
little
malinger
out
on
the
roll,
hey,
the
bigger
it
just
got
The
calico,
I
been
cocking
and
loading,
I
been
popping
them
fours,
yeah
Set
that
aside
cause
I've
got
to
get
those,
got
to
get
those
The
finest
shit
than
what
you're
proud
of
me
for,
tell
me
The
dirty,
either
you
going
to
ride
or
you
don't,
yeah
Inside
there's
more
shit,
if
not,
we're
gone,
nigga
Now
if
you're
going
to
ride,
get
inside,
lets
roll
If
you're
running
your
mouth,
then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time,
tell
me
Were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind,
if
you're
going
to
ride
Get
inside,
lets
roll,
if
you're
running
your
mouth
Then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door,
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time
Tell
me,
were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind
Check
it,
was
it
you
that
was
on
the
grind
dirty
Uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
you
tell
them,
watch
me
now,
I'm
spiffy
now
Smoke
sticky
now
and
the
misses'
pick
me
now,
you
tell
them
Watch
me
now,
I'm
spiffy
now
Smoke
sticky
now
and
the
misses'
pick
me
now
Well,
if
I
said
it,
I've
done
it,
if
I've
done
it,
I
did
it
And
if
I,
and
if
I
want
it,
if
I
don't
put
it
against
it
The
way
that
I
should
spend
it
to
get
just
how
I
should
All
money
ain't
good
money
but
no
money
ain't
good
I
took
the
hood
tactics
and
plot
with
musical
talents
Trying
to
create
a
balance
in
between
Minnesota
and
Dallas
Never
matters
when
I'm
speaking,
if
you're
peeping,
just
let
me
know
I'm
guaranteed
to
keep
it
cracking,
just
like
eggs
hitting
the
floor
I'm
dotting,
just
want
to
be,
I
ask,
clipping
the
wings
I
want
to
fly
ass,
only
Q
and
D
Miles
can
look
down
on
me
Maybe,
I
should
bee
bee
in
my
head,
I
put
it
down,
homie
Now
if
you're
going
to
ride,
get
inside,
lets
roll
If
you're
running
your
mouth,
then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time,
tell
me
Were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind,
if
you're
going
to
ride
Get
inside,
lets
roll,
if
you're
running
your
mouth
Then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door,
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time
Tell
me,
were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind
Check
it,
was
it
you
that
was
on
the
grind
dirty
Now
if
you're
going
to
ride,
get
inside,
lets
roll
If
you're
running
your
mouth,
then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time,
tell
me
Were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind,
if
you're
going
to
ride
Get
inside,
lets
roll,
if
you're
running
your
mouth
Then,
shit,
then
shut
my
door,
I
ain't
got
nothing
on
my
hands
but
time
Tell
me,
were
you
the
one
that's
on
the
grind
Check
it,
was
it
you
that
was
on
the
grind
dirty
Uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
uh,
you
tell
them,
watch
me
now,
I'm
spiffy
now
Smoke
sticky
now
and
the
misses'
pick
me
now,
you
tell
them
Watch
me
now,
I'm
spiffy
now
Smoke
sticky
now
and
the
misses'
pick
me
now
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