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

That they've never felt before

C'mon

From ghetto to ghetto
To backyard to yard
I sell it whipped un-whipped
It’s soft or hard
I'm the neighborhood pusha
Call me Subwoofer
Cause I pump base like that  Jack
On or off the track
I'm heavy cous
Ball 'til you fall
Cause you could duck to the Feddy Govs
Sorry my love
What I'm seeing through these eyes
Benz 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 f**k I am
The jewels is flirting
Be 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

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

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
Then disguise it as 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 wholes 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 never mind me

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'  you know
What I keep in the lining

Niggas better stay in line
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
Grinding
Grindin'  when you know
What I keep in a lining (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line
When (Whooof)
You see a nigga like me shinin'
Grinding
My grind's 'bout family
Never been about fame
From days I wasn't able
There was always '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
Glock with two tips
Whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway
That rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
The icing on the cake
I'm grindin'

I move 'caine like a cripple
Balance weight 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

Grindin'

Grindin'

Grindin'
Grindin'
Grindin'
Grindin'  you know
What I keep in the lining
Niggas better stay in line
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
Grinding
Grindin'  when you know
What I keep in a lining (Whooof)
Niggas better stay in line
When (Whooof)
You see a nigga like me shinin'
Grinding