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On My Grind ft. Zro歌词
  • 歌手:Scarface
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    When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made

    They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid

    I always kept a plan to get doe

    Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go

    I use to run a paper route

    But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus

    My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old

    But rarely did I listen to the shit I was told

    I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed

    I use to take my lunch money and pitch it

    I stayed on suspension, I ain't fuckin' with school

    Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues

    Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time

    Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine

    Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out

    Get off at tina house and bust that cot

    Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket

    Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins

    I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street

    All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat





    Ever since I could remember I been on my grind,

    All the time

    Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind

    I had to Shine

    By any means necessary I had to go out and get it

    And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it

    My balls and my word told a nigga that the world was mine

    That's why I stay on the grind





    I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes

    I was seeing more doe than I ever seen in my life

    I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the shake

    Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe

    I had my grandmother guessing how I got that shit

    'Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks

    Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man

    Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends

    I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed

    I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking they hoes

    Eventually I moved out, rented a house

    I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce

    We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight

    But that was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case

    It's all mapped out, get in get out

    They giving mutha fuckas ten years for each rock

    It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted

    They hanging all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin'

    The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it

    And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it

    In the beginning niggas had they whole hoods flooded

    Wit that Antonio Montana disease like "fuck it"

    And drug wars just another day in the life

    You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right









    I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens

    Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz

    Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing

    I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma blast him

    I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands

    Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man

    I got a brand new plan take this shit to the line

    Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a dime

    With ten thousand you can go to work for a week

    Take some time off to think, I'll even throw in a key

    He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe

    Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow

    There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four

    It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor





  • [Verse 1]

    When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made

    They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid

    I always kept a plan to get doe

    Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go

    I use to run a paper route

    But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus

    My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old

    But rarely did I listen to the shit I was told

    I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed

    I use to take my lunch money and pitch it

    I stayed on suspension, I ain't fuckin' with school

    Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues

    Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time

    Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine

    Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out

    Get off at tina house and bust that cot

    Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket

    Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins

    I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street

    All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat



    [Chorus: Z-Ro]

    Ever since I could remember I been on my grind,

    All the time

    Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind

    I had to Shine

    By any means necessary I had to go out and get it

    And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it

    My balls and my word told a nigga that the world was mine

    That's why I stay on the grind



    [Verse 2]

    I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes

    I was seeing more doe than I ever seen in my life

    I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the shake

    Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe

    I had my grandmother guessing how I got that shit

    'Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks

    Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man

    Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends

    I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed

    I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking they hoes

    Eventually I moved out, rented a house

    I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce

    We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight

    But that was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case

    It's all mapped out, get in get out

    They giving mutha fuckas ten years for each rock

    It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted

    They hanging all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin'

    The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it

    And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it

    In the beginning niggas had they whole hoods flooded

    Wit that Antonio Montana disease like "fuck it"

    And drug wars just another day in the life

    You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right



    [Chorus]



    [Verse 3]

    I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens

    Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz

    Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing

    I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma blast him

    I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands

    Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man

    I got a brand new plan take this shit to the line

    Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a dime

    With ten thousand you can go to work for a week

    Take some time off to think, I'll even throw in a key

    He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe

    Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow

    There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four

    It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor



    [Chorus]

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