Lyrics

Grind/Shine Grind/Shine

{get cha grind on playa get cha grind on}

{ get ya roll on fool get cha roll on}

I started off with one buck then i moved up

I pushed a little Dodge Colt now i roll big trucks



So you can call me Expedition ans some may holla Caddy

Picture me swerving in anExcursion countin Feddy



i always knew that one day i be gettin rich

The profile of my lifestyle I would have to switch



Cause this paper that we runnin after cause disaster

found a way to make my money faster



And I gots to get a double up my pockets bubble up you need some work

No soft just hard so get on my net and surf



I was o.g then went to another level

I had to stop before my grave was dug with shovels



So You can say i'm veteran or talk of who i'm better than

I'm hustling and peddling I'm that pioneer who's settelin



True to the Game not new to the Game -the one that put Doo-Doo in the game

We in it for the money not the fame



(Hook)



I gave you backstage passes to get into my show

even took you for a ride in my 1-5-0

we can talk the street life but to me it's a hassle

in the vill we go to Pisces and not your white Castle



You can call me G.Rodgers you spell my name right

Gary t. the Bossplayer I can flow all night



That's real and plus because you came to see me

We'll blaze the____ , take a___ of Remy V.S.O.P



You better be breaking yourself don't be fizakin' yo self

No debating cause I'm makin and creatin my wealth



From free cheese to cheddar think yo life would bemuch better

See the vision of my mission as my pockets get fatter



when i was countin pieces should've been writing my thesus

now i'm fed up with these fools and havingto deal with this feces



Elementary my dear but it's only common sense

making comin' short on funds just a past tense



{Hook}



Glad to see we made it to millineum 2000

could it be the end of it all or tell me did you doubt it



never break a glass in a house that's made of stone

no Al Capone but i been known to rock upon the microphone



If money is the root of all evil

then I'm a daredevil for theloot like Knievel



I once knew this brother named Eddie C.

He showed a player how the game is supposed to

be

I remember testubes and baking soda ice water and a coat hanger

i didn't want to be a dopeslanger head banger



So i rope-a-dope let em'play the dumb figga roll

and smash off with they loot in a green expo



Pay attention listen if you don't you will be missin

and you gotta wait until the next edition



This Cigga mo' was harsh now you lovin' the taste

So you can smoke me all to the sound of my bass

(HOOK)