Yo, I go by the name of Pharrell, from the Neptunes, and I just wanna let y'all know, I'm your pusher The world, is about to feel, something, that they never, felt before From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard, I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood pusher, call me subwoofer, cause I pump bass like that jack, on or off the track I'm heavy cuz, ball to your fathers, you can duck to the fetty gov, sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side, only big boys keep deuces on the ride, Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck while I scram, I'm tryna show y'all who the *** I am The Jews is flirting, be damned if I'm hurting, legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits, while Pharrell keep talking this music *** Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man, I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up, then disguise it as wraps or the feds back up Watch it, like my whip like my chick topless, doing a buck six with me in a cockpit Grinding cousin, I got hoes for a dozen, even eleven five if I see you keep it coming And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name, so much dough I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself, cocky something that I just can't help Especially when I'm twenties and spinning like windmills, and the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy the word that best defines me, I'm just grinding man, y'all never mind me Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning Grinding, you know what I keep in a lining, niggas better stay in line with You see a nigga like me shining, grinding Grinding, you know what I keep in a lining, niggas better stay in line with You see a nigga like me shining, grinding My grind's bout family, never been about fame, them days I wasn't able, them ones always came Four and a half, I'll get you in the game, anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face, Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention a hotter way than rest by the lake, consider my raw demeanor, the icing on the cake I'm grinding like a cripple, balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel, plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick, my aim is still an issue, lose your soul and Whichever palm I'm holding, one'll leave you frozen, the other nodding, dozing, I'm grinding jack Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding You know what I keep in the lining, niggas better stay in line with You see a nigga like me shining, grinding Grinding You know what I keep in the lining, niggas better stay in line with You see a nigga like me shining, grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding Grinding