Bumpin And Grindin - Inspectah Deck

In the middle of the floor, they actin' hardcore

With shirts off, flirtin', of course, the Dom pour

Segal split, diggin' that hit from way back

I gained that lady with the black Baby Phat

Stacked in the back, that ass, crazy fat

She bump and grindin', makin' it clap

Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that?

When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat

Hot lights, camera, action, packed in

Back to the front, eight cats on the blunt

The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump

We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk

My niggas run the V.I.P., B.Y.T

Slip pass security to be by me

And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do

Invite your crew, and I’ll invite mine too

We’ll be (bump & grindin')

In the back they (bump & grindin')

Up top they (bump & grindin')

Right here we (bump & grindin')

At home (bump & grindin')

Out of town we (bump & grindin')

Haters, they see us (bump & grindin')

Uh huh, uh huh (bump & grindin')

We at the bar like what?

Sweatin' out the Henny, no doubt, we fucked up

But not enough, to let you call my bluff

You feel what I feel, then raise your cup

You holdin' that hydro, blaze it up

I’m high with my eyes on snakes in the cut

Cuz some be playin' the wall, hatin' it all

Prayin' I take the fall, but they small

This, it can’t stop like Shaq with the rock

I can stand in the lot and still smash the spot

Got the grass in my sock with the hash and block

Might blast your top, don’t crash your drop

Keep movin', shakin', don’t stop

What you doin', stay with it, won’t stop

Til you blue in the face with it, can’t stop

Til, it’s a new day, dig it?

Off top

We be (bump & grindin')

Shaolin we (bump & grindin')

All the time (bump & grindin')

Shorty, she stay (bump & grindin')

In the 'Jects (bump & grindin')

Tear up the club (bump & grindin')

Gettin' money (bump & grindin', bump & grindin')

Damn girl, I love the way that fits

Hug your waist and hips, how you sway that switch

D.J., keep playin' that hit

Watch her shake that shit, I can’t take that shit

Find you in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin'

Earnin' cash, puttin' work in

Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban

Floatin' with some perfect Timbs, powdered in suburban

Catch me in the midst, Ninja with the fifth in the gripper

Mr. Big Picture, city slicker

Who makes loot, sway suits and flavor boots

Stay loose off the Henny, the Remy or Gray Goose

Make moves like a wrestler, spark your hate groove

Make truce with berettas and birds and eight coups

Toxi' off the fine bubbly, dubs shine on the buggy

Got your eyes blurry, dimes love me

Cuz we (bump & grindin')

New York (bump & grindin')

The Dirty Dirty (bump & grindin')

Mid West Be (bump & grindin')

West Coast (bump & grindin')

Overseas they (bump & grindin')

In the Benz they (bump & grindin')

Everybody (bump & grindin')

That’s right, Phantom of the Beat, ya’ll

We make hits for the streets, ya’ll

Rebel I., get familiar