Lyrics 2001 Stay on Your Grind - SPM

Stay on your grind (oh. I know, I know you know)
Stay on your grind (my people, oh)
Stay on your grind (everybody)
Stay on your grind (can you feel me, yeah?)

Hustlers
Don't give a fucksters
And we smoke like broke down mufflers
Paint pictures
Write scriptures
At the beach
Thirty deep riding ninjas

Smoke-a-holic, I can't go without it
Me and my crew, we always joke about it
In the back of the tour bus
With a gorgeous
Little ho just fucking all four of us
The game Lord, its the drugs and fast hoes
Hotels with the beds with brass poles
Sip gallons

Can't keep my balance
I'ma have to shine like the boy Richie Valens
Iced medallion
Got a thick stallion
Seven hundred pounds coming straight from McAllen
Dogs off the leashes
Oh, my Jesus
Leave in peace or leave in pieces

Stay on your grind (my brother, yeah)
Stay on your grind (they teach us, yeah)
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (and everybody)

I'ma fly like Vince
Bubble like Prince
Momma just ain't been the same ever since
She can't believe I got all these fans
And she won't stop saving aluminum cans
I'm swanging and swerving
Woodson and Worthing
Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon

But that was '82
I was acting a fool
The only Mexican in the whole damn school
The game will eat your ass up if you let it
That was back when crack was the epidemic
I'ma represent it
My house ain't rented

Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy, missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick is
You can't see me unless you buy some tickets

Stay on your grind (and can you feel me, yeah)
Stay on your grind (oh, you're special now)
Stay on your grind (the police, baby)
Stay on your grind (my sisters, oh)

I'ma stay about my paper
Built my house on a solid acre
Used to be broke
But I ain't tripping on that
It's 2002, I'ma flip in my 'Lac
And get gone in the wind
Chrome on the rim
Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend?
Player hatin's a sin

I got men that'll check your chinny-chin-chin
All his homeboys need revenge
Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems
I'ma interceptor off the record
Can't stand clubs with the metal detectors
I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lector
I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper
But it tastes like medicine
I'm fighting and wrestling
Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican

Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother, yeah)
Stay on your grind (and if you felling me, oh)
Stay on your grind (yeah, well, well, well)
Stay on your grind (mm, you gotta stay on your grind, baby)
Stay on your grind (ooh-ooh)
Stay on your grind (oh-oh)
Stay on your grind (stay on your grind, baby, yeah)
Stay on your grind (oh-oh)

I know and you know
And Dope House Records know, baby, yeah
And Wreck Shop and everybody, ooh, mm
You gotta stay on your grind
If you wanna get paid, you gotta move thangs baby, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, you gotta stay on your grind, mm