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  • Текст песни Chamillionare - Grind Time

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    Lyrics to Grind Time :
    (*talking*)
    Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas
    Your's truly, the Mix Tape Messiah
    Y'all know what time it is, it's grind time baby
    Chamillitary mayn, the realest

    [Hook]
    It's grind time, I need mine
    Grind time, I need mine
    Grind ti-i-i-i-me, (looking at my watch)
    I-I-I-I-I-I, I need mine

    [Chamillionaire]
    Not hanging around that corner, I'm chasing and trying to fold a
    Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it's hot our or even colder
    Yeah you know the color, denying it if they told ya
    That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller
    When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna
    My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera
    Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block
    Ya can't let all the hating stop ya, what would you be on the block for
    Grinding, that's the reason yeah that's the reason you breathing
    If that ain't nowhere around me, then that's the reason I'm leaving
    Gotta go get my G's and, show em it ain't a problem
    If you'd just get off your bottom, then you'll be saying I got em
    Get it like me, maybe live near to see
    While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be
    Such a nusense but we, are as real as could be
    And real recognize real, but you looking different to me

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Chamillionaire]
    King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ
    BVS's in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp
    Lit up in my ear, as they see the king appear
    Haters definitely can't stand it, standing near a chandelier
    I'ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa's spose'
    I'ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe
    Down here the music Slowed, if it's tight they call it throwed
    Candy paint cover my do's, and them wheels we call em 4's
    Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had em
    Balling if I want it, don't play with it go and grab em
    Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em
    Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem
    Don't care bout who you know, cause I'm the illest rapper rapping
    If you think someone better, be a good lad and go grab em
    For now I just go get it, and sit crooked on my Davin's
    And deal with it how I deal with it, and do it like a champion

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Chamillionaire]
    Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters
    Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers
    So I'ma keep it true, but some will turn to perpetrators
    Won't keep it in control, turn to instigators
    Real is how we roll, use to try to play us
    Patience getting low, switch it to the majors
    Freestyle or flow, mean y'all on different pages
    Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes

    [Hook - 2x]

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