[Pharrell & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)]
  Yo...
  I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
  of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
  And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
  The world is about to feel...
  Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
  C'mon
    [Pusha T]
  From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
  I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
  I'm the...neighborhood pusha
  Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack
  On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
  Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
  Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
  Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
  Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
  Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
  Man, I make a buck, why scram?
  I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
  The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
  Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
  Platinum on the block with consistent hits
  While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
    [Chorus: Pharrell]
  ......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ...(Hu-huuh...)
    [Malice overlapping last line of Chorus]
  Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
  I bake them cakes as fast as I can
  And you can tell by how my bread stack up
  And disguised in this rap so the feds back up
  Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
  Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
  Grindin' cousin, I got pot for a dozen
  Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
  And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
  So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
  Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
  Cocky, something that I just can't help
  'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
  And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
  Filthy, the word that best defines me
  I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me
    [Chorus:]
  ......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ......Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ...(Hu-huuh...)
    [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
  Niggas better stay in line, when
  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
  Niggas better stay in line, when
  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
    [Malice]
  My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
  From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine"
  Four and a half will get you in the game
  Anything less is just a goddamn shame
  Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
  with two tips whoever gets in the way
  Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
  Consider my water meaning the icing on the cake
  I'm Grinding
  [Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line]
  I move caine like a criple
  Balance niggas through the hood
  Kids call me Mr. Sniffles
  Other hand on my nickel--
  Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
  As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
  Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
  One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
  I'm grindin' Jack
    [Chorus:]
  ...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ...Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  Grindin'! (Ahhh)
  ...(Hu-huuh...)
    [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)]
  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
  Niggas better stay in line, when
  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)
  Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining
  Niggas better stay in line, when
  When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!)