Giving Her the Grind

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Paul] 'Longside Sean da P, yup, ayy She want a real, empty, yuh go [Chorus: Sean Paul] 'Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind [Verse 1: Nelly] I just got a late text, stopping you the late text Practicing on your safe sex world Plus shorty gotta mean back, fiendin', please believe that A minute since I see that girl [?] that she wanna see them apple bottom [?] And I can hardly wait so long Text messages and e-mails, leavin' little voice mails She [?] my phone (I say) Come over (Hey) Come over I'm doing a hundred [?], shorty bringin' alone Matter fact, hang up the phone, open the door, hey [Chorus: Sean Paul] 'Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind She call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind [Verse 2: Sean Paul] It must be the girls, them over easy MC fresh back with the PhD, OB-GYN Well, you done know, girl, I give you to the end I'll be your friend, I know you're comin' back again Now weh mi go seh come and cut, cut, cut it up Operatin' on your body, baby You know that I got my routine, you my true queen My glove fit because you know that I'll be careful And my knife well steam up and clean, girl, oh, you mean Sexy woman, you need a sexing machine Sean de P will be there 'pon the scene, up inna your spleen They come knockin' and they see the red light rockin' They better remember that I'm operatin' [Chorus: Sean Paul] 'Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind She call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind [Verse 3: City Spud] Ayo, shorty call me late night, lookin' for that late night Know I got that good D, told me, run them red lights Now a nigga speedin' in that four-door Porsche 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 right" I know you the man, baby, you don't let the bread stop I'ma be your stage, mama, you can be my head pop Told her spread her legs, 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' to meet me mañana [Chorus: Sean Paul] 'Cause she call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind She call me on the phone, call me on the line Tellin' me that she nah go let mi go, she waan mi all the time I'm gonna be givin' her the grind, givin' her the grind I'm properly dealin' wid di body, soul and Mind, mind, mind, mind