Artist: Big Pokey f/ Mobb Style Album: Evacuation Notice Song: Grit Grind Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah, 2008 nigga come back with it Crock Bull Texas, let's go [Chorus - 2x] Grit grind, grit grind Grit grind, go on get your hustle on [Big Pokey] I keep it gangsta gangsta, I got a gangsta grind Head to heel on the real nigga, gangsta'd down Toting that fo' pound, cause it's hood out here One shot one kill, it's like the woods out here It's magic, when I rock my yay And it's havoc when I got that automatic, and I rock my prey Flash flood when I cop my bay, call me slither bomb Niggaz can't stop my pay, they come and get me some I keep a bad hoe, hugging my dick Snub nose on me homie, juggling the split Nigga 'Dina keep it lit, like a bag of kush Keep a bag to drag on, trash bag to push This the life, waking up when you wanna The early bird get the worm, I wake up on the corner I don't work a nine to five, I cake up on the corner Five first class flights, and wake up in Daytona [Chorus - 4x] [D-1] Hey it's the black man crack man, back again The Pac-Man trying to get that, scratch again 28 8 balls, racking em in Proofing my stamp, then package to flip Hey we got work we got purp, we got weed We got dro we got hoes, baby whatever you need We can get it in the hood, Dead End Yellowstone Southwest 3-4-5, H-Town holla lil' partna I'm in the hood I'm on the porch, like a old school mailbox The diamond eyed fella, will not sell rocks Before I do, I'll be a pimp to my lil' girl mama I'd rather ride 24's, on a Impala Black body black bucket, black rims on it I'm in the hood, right next to my nigga Pokey I been a old school, slower than a damn donkey Hit your boulevard, tipping with the rims poking [Chorus - 4x] [Chris Ward] Look I earn to invest, cause I learned from the best And pack acid reflux bullets, that'll burn in your chest And it's none other than your young big homie, C. Whodi That stays on his grit, and grind like E-40 A real hustler don't talk about it, he be about it And if he ain't a real hustler, then he be without it That's why in this game, I stay on top of my route Remember me, I'm the one that got popped with five in the drought And what you do, made bond and went and did it again Told the laws fuck them, cause big Ben is my friend Bought a high priced lawyer, just to fight that shit Went to court, and told em all ya'll can bite my dick You know C. Wigga, nigga I does what it do Just to do what it does, on a corner near you It's M-S, till the day that I die And I'ma grind for mine, till my soul fly way in the sky bitch [Chorus - 4x]