Текст песни Keep In Grindin - E.S.G.
Man
huh,
you
gotta
get
up
on
your
feet
That
means
ha-ha,
you
got's
to
bring
it
(shine
on)
Cause
there's
no
hand
outs
and
ain't
a
damn
thang
free
And
if
you
don't
know
that
by
now,
you
will
never
know
You
know
what
I'm
saying,
you
wanna
shine
you
get
your
grind
on
If
you
wanna
shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine
(You
wanna
shine
nigga,
you
gotta
grind
nigga
Because
the
only
thing
you
wasting
is
your
time
nigga)
You
wanna
shine,
you
gotta
grind
Cause
the
only
thing
you
wasting
is
your
time
One
day
you
here
and
then
you
gone
(so
get
your
grind
on)
I
seen
a
whole
lot
of
niggaz,
that
I
knew
in
the
past
Use
to
be
up
on
they
feet,
now
they
flat
on
they
ass
I
knew
some
athletes
who
thought,
they
game
was
the
shit
But
when
draft
day
came,
my
niggaz
didn't
get
picked
Now
they
ain't
doing
shit,
but
sitting
around
getting
high
Niggaz
thinking
a
million
dollas,
just
gon
fall
out
the
sky
That's
why
I
mash
niggaz,
and
I
stay
thoed
24/7,
hustling
in
the
studio
Money
comes
money
go,
so
I
must
invest
My
dues
more
boys
like
D-O-C,
and
have
a
god
damn
wreck
I
know
some
niggaz
who'd
rather,
sit
around
on
they
porch
and
smoke
Instead
of
taking
they
ass
to
work,
they
get
paid
in
truck
note
Now
depending
on
mama,
ain't
gon
last
forever
See
I
fell
off
before,
but
I
got
my
act
together
I
know
some
niggaz
got
rap,
contracts
for
mills
Didn't
grind
in
the
studio,
and
they
lost
they
motherfucking
deals
Now
this
ain't
all
about
niggaz,
I
know
some
trifling
hoes
Rather
get
they
hair
fixed,
than
by
they
kids
some
clothes
These
hoes
rather
go,
to
the
club
every
night
Until
she
came
home,
and
wasn't
no
gas
and
lights
Now
when
shit
don't
go
right,
people
love
to
blame
another
When
a
buster
get
caught,
he
run
and
tell
them
undercovers
Y'all
sorry
motherfuckers,
I
ain't
gon
say
it
no
mo'
And
broke
niggaz
get
jealous,
when
a
playa
got
do'
But
if
you
know
like
I
know,
they
say
it's
hell
for
a
hustler
In
this
white
man's
world,
see
everybody's
trying
to
fuck
ya
Kin
folks
be
the
worst,
they'll
fuck
a
nigga
first
Like
them
dopefiend
uncles,
stealing
your
grandma
purse
Gotta
peep
my
verse,
it's
all
fact
not
fiction
We
all
started
in
the
ghetto,
from
the
same
position
Don't
get
mad
you
ain't
listen,
you
chose
to
skip
class
Should
of
made
you
some
cash,
with
your
unemploy'd
ass
Tick-tock,
Cardier
watch
still
ticking
Your
partnas
getting
the
head,
you
in
the
bed
bullshitting
Now
everybody
trying
to
claim,
you
owe
'em
some'ing
Because
we
all
started
out,
on
the
same
block
pumping
I'm
trying
to
have
'em
jumping,
to
the
message
I'm
sending
Got
bills
to
pay,
ain't
no
time
to
leaning
If
you
ever
been
broke,
I
know
you
boys
know
the
feeling
Now
what
would
you
do,
you
had
your
hands
on
a
million
It
prolly
wouldn't
last,
brand
new
S-Class
By
the
time
you
bought
a
house,
you
back
on
your
ass
I'm
on
some
Bill
Gates
shit,
some
Microsoft
shit
Create
a
new
computer
chip,
and
build
my
own
cruise
shit
Get
down
with
your
keep,
promote
some
fights
and
shit
Call
Quentin
Tarantino,
go
half
on
a
flick
Prolly
invest
in
some
melons,
so
when
my
folks
get
sick
If
we'd
get
off
our
ass,
we'd
have
all
kinds
of
shit
Ain't
you
tired,
of
sitting
down
Waiting
for
the
first,
to
roll
around
Bill
ain't
paid,
rent
is
due
Stand
up
and
be
a
man,
it's
all
on
you
You
wanna
shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine
You
wanna
shine,
you
gotta
grind
Cause
the
only
thing
you
wasting,
is
your
time
(So
get
your
grind
on)
You
wanna
shine,
you
gotta
grind
Cause
the
only
thing
you
wasting,
is
your
time
You
wanna
shine,
you
gotta
grind
Cause
the
only
thing
you
wasting,
is
your
time
(So
get
your
grind
on)
One
day
you
here,
and
then
you
gone
Альбом
City Under Siege
1 Ride Out
2 Luv It How You Get It
3 Drop Yo Top
4 Boss Hawggin'
5 Grippin' Grain
6 Money and Power
7 City Under Siege
8 Good Life
9 Billion Dollar Deal
10 Keep In Grindin
11 Trickin' Off Doe
12 What's in Yo Cup
13 Fix Yo Face
14 Thugs in Heaven
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