Lyrics Stay on Your Grind - Screwed - SPM

Stay on your grind (oh I know, I know, I you know)
Stay on your grind (my people)
Stay on your grind (everybody)
Stay on your grind (and 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 30 deep riding ninjas

Smoke a owl 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 hoe 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 Ritchie Valens

Iced medallion got a thick stallion
700 pounds coming straight from Magallon
Dogs of the leashes, oh my Jesus
Leave in peace or leave in pieces

Stay on your grind (my brother)
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 aluminium cans

I'm swanging and swerving, woozing 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 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
Its 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 hatings a sin
I got men that'll check you chinny-chin-chin

All his homeboys need revenge
Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems
I'ma interceptor off the record
Cant stand clubs with the metal detectors

I'ma movie director like Hannibal Lecter
I tried to mix codeine with Dr Pepper
But it tastes like medicine
I'm fighting and wrestling
Man the damn life of the SP-Mexican

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

Stay on your grind
Stay on your grind (oh)
Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby, yea)
Stay on your grind

Oh, I know and you know
And Dope House Records know baby, yeah
And Wreck Shop and everybody

You gotta stay on your grind
If you wanna get paid
You gotta move thangs baby
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yes stay on your ground