2001 Stay on Your Grind
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, 30 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, it's 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 hating'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 feeling 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
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, 30 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, it's 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 hating'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 feeling 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
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Writer(s): Carlos Coy
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