Grind - Intellectual

Love my city even issa trap

No green card, I ain’t going back, nah

Cross the border in a back trunk

Melt the I.C.E. with this hot latin funk

Check the tags, white rags, blue collar shirt, ha

You know I love doing your dirty work, man

I guess that’s how I stole your fucking job

Guess that’s why your bitch left you for a fucking dog

Grind on it baby, let me see you whip it like a brand new Mercedes (Okay)

Whole country going crazy, gotta fight for your life or you could die being lazy (No way)

Grind on it baby, let me see you whip like a brand new Mercedes (Okay)

Whole city going crazy, gotta fight for your life, fight fight (Fight, fight)

No we ain’t joking ‘bout the juju

Abuelita Cuban East side with the voodoo

Caribbean hurricane, got the fukú

Cock so good ladies call me chukuruku (chukuruku)

So tell the cops hands off like I’m hazmat

Yeah it took a latin boy to put the fucking jungle rhythm on the boom bap, uh

My whole band trapping at your quinceñera

Singing, “La mamá bonita, pero la niña fea.”

Flaco, but I’m fine really

Castro, get guerilla with my military

If you don’t see what I’m saying then you’re not seeing clearly

You’re a slave to the system I been speaking my mind freely

So fuck what you came for get fixed on this flow

If war is coming then on with the show

If your’re static get the signal, break your head on the glass of a window

Kiss taste like tamarindo, pretty boy thug, call me lindo, uh

Grind on it baby, let me see you whip it like a brand new Mercedes (Okay)

Whole country going crazy, gotta fight for your life or you could die being lazy (No way)

Grind on it baby, let me see you whip like a brand new Mercedes (Okay)

Whole city going crazy, gotta fight for your life, fight fight (Fight, fight)

Love my city even issa trap

No green card, I ain’t going back, nah

Love my city even issa trap

No green card, I ain’t going back, nah