UGK Feat. Young T.O.E. & DJ B-Do Grind Hard Lyrics

[Young T.O.E.]
T.O.E. - hol' up!
Say my name in my city when you talk about cash
I'm stackin chips, grindin hard, n____ showin my a__
n____ the game on smash (smash) streets on lock (lock)
Other n____z block roll but my block never stop (stop)
Don't you know I'm pushin rocks, stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp C, candy red drop top
My hoes yeah they hot so I'm steppin out clean
Got a MEAN grind game, Underground like the Kingz
Blowin purp' and sippin lean, but still buzzin off water
Don't f___ with me, I'm T.O.E., ain't nobody s___ harder
I'm droppin numbers in the pot, the same age as my father
And when they hit that, the kick back, freeze up like water
P.A. 1-5 n____, like to stay high n____
Hoes call me first class, cause I stay fly n____
I'm known to skate by n____, but the snake hittin licks
Keep a brick full of s___ that get filthy right quick b____!

[Pimp C] Grind hard {*repeat 8X*}

[Pimp C]
UGHHHHHH~!
Me and Young TOE in a drop top 'llac
It's cold outside, so the top and hood back
Hit the town again when the skunk come through
The Swisher Sweet brown, but the inside blue
Bet'chu never seen blue 'dro befo'
It come from Hawaii, b____ n____z don't wanna try me
I'm the MVP of that P.A.T.
You say he lookin for me, I don't see nobody chasin me
Roll my own s___, I don't need no n____z lacin me
Guerillas in my trunk, ain't no n____ outbass'n me
Cocaine lady, I don't f___ her no mo' (no mo')
The b____ p____ good but she a sheisty-a__ hoe
She f___in up my hood, she won't let my people go (go)
They comin up fast, but all the fiends die slow (slow)
I ain't Jesse Jackson, I'm just watchin the reaction bro
I keep pushin cause grindin hard the only life I know

[Pimp C] Grind hard {*repeat 8X*}

[DJ B-Do]
If ain't 'bout bread, then it's dead
I count money all day 'til my fingers turn red (red)
f___ a rubber band, a n____ need a buncha ropes
Custom trill n____z from Port Arthur sell a buncha dope
Game got good, so a n____ eatin steaks
Pimpin on drank, blowin purp', chillin on a lake
Get it straight mayne, I'm sittin on old cash
Ball in the club 20 deep just to throw cash
If you lie doe, I got somethin for them jackers
A mean 17 they hit hard like linebackers
Boys talkin down I put it all in they face
Cause I set up shop and bop to 48 states
So when you see them Texas plates, you know it's goin down
B-Do in a city near you, straight out that po'-nine
And I'ma hold it down, I bar none and fade all
Twenty-five, hoe three-sixty-six, no days off

[Outro - chopped up]
"Sellin weight, get it straight, f___ the 20's and 10's"