Grind Time Official Blam Blam Lyrics

Grind Time
Oh the mercy
Yo one-time for your mind this is,
Grind Time check... and...
Welcome to the Grind house
And we gonna do it West Indian style for you dis time
Yo Smith and Cash on the beat

When the glap go blam blam,
Yo daddy daddy diggy done, yah done done
No there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run run
Grind Time, mother f*ckers, here we come come

Once again when the glap go blam blam
Yo daddy daddy diggy done, yah done done
No there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run run
Grind Time, mother f*ckers, here we come come
Move wise if yah feel me busta run

Hey, usually the tula be beside me when I grove the street, move ya feet, lose ya seat, he who moves uses eet,
Cool it be, slow ya roll,
these n____s I hear cool with me, brought the same shoes as me, went to the same school as me,
News it be, that these n____s I hear try'n to pray upon yah,
I just called to let yah know, yah need to keep ya K upon yah,
Chop up all ya credit cards, get rid of all ya
Skeet skeet

[To Be Cont.]