Lyrics

[Chorus: Ronnie Spencer] Stay on your grind (oh I know I know you know) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (everybody) Stay on your grind (can you feel me yeah) [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Hustlas, don't give a fuckstas And we smoke like broke down mufflers Paint pictures, write scriptures At the beach 30 deep riding ninjas Smoke-a-holic I can't go without it Me and my crew we always joke about it In the back of the tour bus with a gorgeous Little hoe just fucking all four of us The game Lord its the drugs and fast hoes Hotels with the beds with brass poles Sip gallons, can't keep my balance I'mma have to shine like the boy Richie Valens Icеd medallion, got a thick stallion 700 pounds coming straight from McAllen Dogs off the lеashes, oh my Jesus Leave in peace or leave in pieces [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer] Stay on your grind (my brother) Stay on your grind (they teach us yeah) Stay on your grind (my people) Stay on your grind (and everybody) [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] I'mma fly like Vince bubble like Prince Mama just ain't been the same ever since She can't believe I got all these fans And she won't stop saving aluminum cans I'm swanging and swerving Woodson and Worthing Used to break dance against boys up in Sturdon But that was '82 I was acting a fool The only Mexican in the whole damn school The game will eat your ass up if you let it That was back when crack was the epidemic I'mma represent it, My house ain't rented Always kept it real while you boys pretended Lace my Pippins cook my chickens They shot my boy missed me by inches Now my flow harder than my dick is You can't see me unless you buy some tickets [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer] Stay on your grind (and can you feel me yeah) Stay on your grind (oh you special now) Stay on your grind (the police baby) Stay on your grind (my sistas) [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I'mma stay about my paper Built my house on a solid acre Used to be broke But I ain't tripping on that Its 2002 I'mma flip in my 'Lac And get gone in the wind Chrome on the rim Hope we can all get along in the end, my friend Playa hatin's a sin I got men that'll check your chinny-chin-chin All his homeboys need revenge Smoking bunk weed full of seeds and stems I'mma interceptor off the record Can't stand clubs with the metal detectors I'mma movie director like Hannibal Lector I tried to mix codeine with Dr. Pepper But it tastes like medicine I'm fighting and wrestling Man the damn life of the S-P-Mexican [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer] Stay on your grind (talking bout my brother yeah) Stay on your grind (and if you felling me) Stay on your grind (yeah well well well) Stay on your grind (mm hmm you gotta stay on your grind baby) Stay on your grind Stay on your grind Stay on your grind (stay on your grind baby yea) Stay on your grind [Outro: Ronnie Spencer] I know and you know And Dope House Records know baby yeah And Wreck Shop and everybody You gotta stay on your grind If you wanna get paid you gotta move thangs baby