Go Grind

Listen..
They say rappings a waste of knowledge
'Take ya ass to college'
Now they broke ass call us
Tryin to ask for dollars
Sittin behing glass Impalas
High class Impalas
I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet
If ****** lookin for the grands
The grands can be spotted
Chamillions the man
He got it in his hand of wallet
Aint no Ifs, Ands, about it
'That mans the hottest'
I accedently spent five grand
Cause man, we ballas
We dont shop at Family Dollars
If your ice is fake?
If you ask me for a verse
I make my price inflate
We still ghetto, lookin for some metal mics to break
Im still hangin around a hood , like a liscense plate
Im not cappin, cause trust me
Youll know when Im cappin
When I pull out that gat
And you hear that thang click-clackin
You hear what that boy said?
Dont be a hard head
Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread
[Chorus]
Lets open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah
Theres no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time
Because moneys always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah
[Paul Wall]
They say stuntins a waste of money
'Man, invest it in stocks'
Now they homeless and out of work
Ever since Enron flopped
Have a hustle for every season
Thats the Babeoulous way
Mo money underneath my mattress
Then you have in your safe
When money slow up? Make a different hustle blow up
Alotta cats older then me, but they aint never grow up
Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and they quit
I aint hustlin for a fifth, Im on the grind to get rich
I aint gone lie, I got lazy making fifty a week
But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep
I dont compete with other ballers
I inspire myself
Self-Emplyed, I could write a check
And hire myself
I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute
All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot
It dont matter what it cost, just grab some loot
Ill earn it back before your class is through..
Its goin down
[Chorus]
Lets open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah
Theres no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time
Because moneys always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah
[Chamillionaire]
Listen..
They say our album just dropped
And we aint proved a thing
Look at the Sound Scan scannin
Tell us whos the King
Okay, if we dont hit Top 100 on Billboards
We still gone feel joy, 50 hundreds in Bills boy
We Runnin Houston streets, so you can say we RoadRunners
You better hide your deer, like we was Doe Hunters
Never made doe from a dealer, Im no **** runna
But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta
HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin through, what it do?
Direspecting that Houston, Texas Underground? What a fool
Its okay if you DeeJays dont give us Radio play
We tell the streets to go get our CD today, they obey
Underground CD sella, Hundred Thousand or betta
But Im not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal
Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror Mirror on the wall
Can you tell us who really ball? 'Chamillion and Paul Wall'
[Chorus X2]
Lets open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?)
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah
Theres no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time
Because moneys always on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your behind and go Grind)
Yeaaaaah