The Specktators - Keep Grinding lyrics

Oula, I gotta boula Chips, rum and cola Remote controller sitting on a sofa watching Oprah Talking to 'Hova Talking about hip-hop Talking to corner Talking how he made his money But he had to kick rocks Overcame the obstacles All the gossip possible Overcame the people that told him it was impossible I just want to do it to it And I got less to worry 'bout We about to get it in If you ain't with it, hurry - out! Yeah, yeah, It's show time, no apollo Geez, just follow me This ain't halloween Take the mask off Fake a** half-off rappers Talk sh**, act hard, back off after The band wagon filling up Back off faster These days I got my twenty-twenty on You be talking plenty sh** But only when the hennies gone I fly above it Matter fact I fuggin' love it Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public (Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public) Rocking at my shows You say that you dont like the music You just like the hoes I bet you like the mirror then You getting kinda close Ha-ha, you b**h-a** Worst thing I ever did is ditch cla** And I still get the bad broads They want - the bad boys I'm in - the venue and I'm making mad noise Get on my damn level Less trouble give me ba** Got the best show on earth So I'm yelling: "Give me - space" It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine I'm the only one doing it so they won't mind What's the boy to do? Keep Grinding! Pedal to the metal till that boy to keep grinding Grinding, till that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal till that boy to keep grinding Grinding, till that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal till that boy - Same old, same old, It's no problemo I'm hot and I'm faded I'm flamethrowed You stay current, I change flow Wait for them and then amigo Off the handle get to ripping this sh** and changing it into this angle We the sh**, what's the smell? Man they want it, I can tell They say don't give sh** away for free But Imma do it, what the hell? Power to the people Moe I gotta tell it how it is so the people know Yeah, yeah, this is my sh** I don't want some crowd, man I want my spit I know it's the Sunroom But I'm still going So what if I'm the underdog, man I'm still going You might not know but it's my time I give you hot rhymes 'n hot lines I k** beats and k** mic's without trying Say something I dont hear it though Closer than my dreams but I still ain't near it though So I work harder than the competition, here we go! (Work harder than the competition, here we go!) Off to the races I'm on my shake and bake Ricky Bobby on them choes Gas in the tank And I'm on fire, nobody is as hot as me Projecting first overall in the lottery But I stay cool The only way they call me a bus is when I take them to school So no darcos Non-stop shots till the bar close For the crew that'll never leave my side like cargos are gone It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine I'm the only one doing it so they won't mind What's the boy to do? Keep Grinding! Pedal to the metal till that boy to keep grinding Grinding, till that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal till that boy to keep grinding Grinding, till that boy keep grinding Pedal to the metal till that boy -