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 n*gga 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