[Hook: Da Nation]
   If you like what you see, make a movie
   Get ya grind on, playa haters, always lose
   It's about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut
   We everything you need, now what's up
  
   [Ras Kass]
   It's the nigga you love to hate, '98
   Now how much cheese can one black nigga take
   Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized plates
   Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake
   See we be on one, so raise the roof
   Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes
   I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
   I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo
   C Arson baby, born and raised
   Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies
   Now, I get around like a circle
   Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
   Latino cute, she was built somethin fierce
   21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced
   Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me
   Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly
  
   [Chorus: Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
   And all the ladies say
   (Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
   And all the hustlers say
   (Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
   And everybody say
   (Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
   And all the niggas say
   (Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
  
   [Ras Kass]
   Let's take you back to the basics
   I smack a rapper's ass like a dominatrix
   Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases
   More chedda, the more better
   Family trunk tight,
   wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night
   I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream come true
   Whippin a '98 cream, V1-2
   Of course, you be seein me in one two
   Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree
   One on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifth
   Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick
   I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks
   If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
   You need to just, catch us in the club
   Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
   And it don't stop, til the fat lady sing
   But where Roseanne Barr at any way? Knowhatimean?
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Hook]
  
   [Ras Kass]
   A material girl in a material world
   Read her lips from 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world
   But you can have a piece of my love tonight
   I gets my swerve on like D.U.I.
   True lies between two thighs, no shame in my game
   Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the Brain
   Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric Estrada
   And gotta get a lotta hits like a fly swatter
   Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
   And still got five on it stress
   Don't get it twisted, why you over there lookin at me
   If you ain't comin home tonight, let's get it on tonight
   Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lights
   Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep they panty lines showin
   Grindin, and grindin, and grindin
  
   [Chorus]