Redd Tabb Clikk – Electric Grind lyrics

[Chorus:]
Now everybody in the place let me see you grab her waist
If you at the bar chillin gone and get yourself a taste
Make it grind slow baby move your body to the bass
Throw yo hood up player put it in a hater face yeah
I'm on my grind so you know I'm getting mine
Got the ladies feeling fine see we do this all the time
We go the ladies feeling fine yo I be on my grind hoe
Now let let let let let me see you shake it while you grind slow

(1st Verse-Clyde)
We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn
It really don't matter baby bring you and your friends
You can get thrower off this lean or this juice and that gin
But when tonight is over baby we gone do it again
Little mama working she moving it like a pro
She shakin and she grinding up on me like I'm a pole
I'm going in my pocket throwing dollars to the floor
If she keep dancing like she dancing we headed straight to the motel
Go tell them if it is not about money then it's irrelevant
Got them stupid guallas and I been balling like ever since
I thought that she was celibate but she shaking that gelatin
I want to take her home and bone her like she was a skeleton
I'm like yeah lil mama right here aint scared
She throwing that thing like yeah so many thoughts running through my head
G-Shock on shine and my tab stay red
Took the microphone from the dj this what I said

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(2nd Verse-Mega)
We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn
It really don't matter baby bring you and your friends
You can get thrower off this lean or this juice and that gin
But when tonight is over baby we gone do it again
Aye who that is you know I be mega man
When I see the cops I dodge like I am a caravan
When I'm on my grind yo little mama shake it take it see you wind slow
Shawty grind round the pole like a vine yo
Girate it I'm loving the way you quake it
Elivate it on up then ground zero
Yah you know I rep that are. T. C.
So there's a red tab on my jeans and a martini as my drink
I'm so thrower I cannot think so what your boy gone do
Cus by the time I'm finish I'm gonna be all on you
So me and you plus her maybe a can of preserves
Whips creams plus syrup baby I'm what ya deserve
See I'm swangin round ya curves but my wheels grip tight
It aint burn ya when I turn ya but my real whip might yah

(3rd Verse)
Now put your hands up and jump around
Put your hand up and jump around
Put em up and move em from side to side
Put em up and move em from side to side
Yeah Yah yah yah
Yeah Yah yah yah
Yeah Yah yah yah
We at the penthouse suit or the holiday inn yeah