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[Verse 1] Hola, I gotta bowl-a Chips, rum, and cola Remote controller sitting on a sofa watching Oprah Talking to 'Hova Talking 'bout hip-hop Talking to corner Talking how he made his money but he had to kick rocks Overcame the obstacles All the gossip possible Overcame the people that told him it was impossible I just want to do it too and I got less to worry 'bout We about to get it in, if you ain't with it, hurry out! Yeah, yeah, It's show time, no Apollo Geez, just follow me, this ain't Halloween Take the mask off fake ass half-off rappers Talk shit, act hard, back off after The bandwagon's filling up, back off faster These days I got my twenty-twenty on You be talking plenty shit but only when the Henney's gone I fly above it, matter fact I fuggin' love it Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public (Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public) Rocking at my shows You say that you don't like the music, you just like the hoes I bet you like the mirror then, you getting kinda close Ha-ha, you bitch-ass Worst thing I ever did is ditch class And I still get the bad broads that want the bad boys I'm in the venue and I'm making mad noise Get on my damn level, less trouble, give me bass Got the best show on earth so I'm yelling: "Give me space" [Chorus] It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine I'm the only one doin' it and so they want mine What's a boy to do? Keep grinding! Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal, tell that boy [Verse 2] Same old, same old, it's no problemo I'm hot and I'm faded, I'm flamethrowed You stay current, I change flow Wait for them and then I may go Off the handle get to ripping this shit and changing it into this angle We the shit, what's the smell? Man they want it, I can tell They say don't give shit away for free But I'ma do it, what the hell? Power to the people, Moe I gotta tell it how it is so the people know Yeah, yeah, this is my shit I don't want some crowd, man, I want a mosh pit I know it's The Sunroom but I'm still going So what if I'm the underdog, man, I'm still gon' win You might not know but it's my time I give you hot rhymes 'n' hot lines I kill beats and kill mics without trying Say something, I don't hear it though Closer than my dreams but I still ain't near it though So I work harder than the competition, here we go! (Work harder than the competition, here we go!) Off to the races, I'm on my shake and bake Ricky Bobby on them choes, gas in the tank And I'm on fire, nobody as hot as me Projecting first overall in the lottery But I stay cool The only way they call me a bus is when I take them to school So no darcos Non-stop shots 'til the bar close For the crew that'll never leave my side like cargos I'm gone [Chorus] It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine I'm the only one doin' it and so they want mine What's a boy to do? Keep grinding! Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal, tell that boy
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