Artist: Nelly f/ City Spud, Sean Paul Album: 5.0 Song: Giving Her the Grind * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * iTunes bonus track [Sean Paul] Alongside Sean-a P., yup, ay She want, a real M.D., yo Shawty call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she not gon' let me go, she want me all the time I'm gonna be giving her the grind, giving her the grind I'm properly dealin with her body so that mine mine mine mine [Nelly] I just got a late text, stop and get the latex Practice on your safe sex world Plus shorty got a mean back, fiendin please believe that I mean it since I seen that girl Bowl-legged as she wanna, see them Apple Bottoms on her And I can only wait so long Text messages and E-mails, leavin little voicemails You should hear her on my phone Come ooooover - hey Come ooooover - uh, uh I'm doin a hundred miles an hour, shawty breakin the law Matter fact, hang up the phone open the do' Heyyy! [Chorus: Sean Paul] Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she not gon' let me go, she want me all the time I'm gonna be giving her the grind, giving her the grind I'm properly dealin with her body so that mine mine mine mine Call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin me that she not gon' let me go, she want me all the time I'm gonna be giving her the grind, giving her the grind I'm properly dealin with her body so that mine mine mine mine [Sean Paul] It's S.P., the girls come over easy MC FRESH back, with the Ph.D., OBGYN Girl! What they don't know girl I'll give you to the end I'll be your friend, I know you're comin back again Now wit me girl so call me cut-cut-cut it up, operating on your body Baby you know that I got my routine, you my true queen Make love freaky girl, you know that I be here for love My knife well steam, my pan clean, girl oil me Sex with money, need a sexing machine Sean-a P. will be there 'pon the scene, open up ya spleen They come knockin and dey see the red light rockin They better remember that are operating [Chorus] [City Spud] Yeah, hey yo shawty call me late night, lookin for that late night Know I got that good dick, told me run them red lights Now a nigga speedin in that four-door Porsche hot She like "You got +Young Money+, come and make my +Bed-rock+" I'm like "Okay mama, long as you don't let the head stop" She like "Okay City, baby I'ma keep the head rock I know you the man baby, you don't let that bread stop" I'ma be your stage mama, you can be my head prop Told her spread her legs more, bangin on that headboard I'ma bang it harder mama, they gon' hear us next door Sippin on that freaky, Moscato Now I got all of her friends really wantin me, my donna{?} [Chorus]