Ace Toth, Ace Ha and J-Toth from Hoth - Grind It Out (feat. Chris Grindz, Tripmo & Boar)
Dude, I'll give you $100, and I'll take you out to Benny Hannah's if slide that 75-foot handrailI'll give you 600 tries, I'll be back next week. Late
All they wanna do is skate
Where you been? You forget about practice or what?
I mean you think I like sitting on my ass waiting for you clowns?
Huh? Is that funny, is that funny hah hah? How's this, is that funny, yeah?
Hey! I'm serious man! You guys need to keep pushing man.
Grind it out like Keefer, separate the
THC from your reefer, that chica is a keeper
I know the grass is greener, but she still carcinogenic
And you need to leave her like bye Felicia
Cheow, ye ain't need no heroin, don't let her in
Go get it in Adrenaline without no damn permission slip, your
Mission is to grind and get that session in and finish it, when
Life's a beach, sex change her into a gentleman
Go Daddy, show Pappy, shoot slow mo for your Grammy, go
Manage right for bragging rights and not for no punani, your
Body is your temple, don't go Fubar like Jumanji, or get
Randy for that nose candy some think can make 'em happy
Go grinding, get some classic Clips, nose
Sliding, like Chad Muska hits
Providing your fix, so you can stay away from that wit, the
Only chemical you need is what puts you at risk
Well I Grind it out for the cheese, No grater
Still got the clips full of steez for the skaters
Gave so many plays on board where's my thank you?
Use to fire L's Up with Trip Mo in Sanc Shu
Can't stop me I'm on my Chaz Jones Break bones
Like a funnel wipe out. My route overflow with
Greatness there ain't no drought boy it's so much spit you don't
Know bout but the levee bout break I can't hold out
I got the grip tape paper stuck to my hands
And ninjas mad at me cause I stuck to the plans
Rolling through the concrete jungle hitting a nollie kickflip
If this spit kick you a probably flip too this
My skateboard exclusive you probably got a
premade complete with the lines I put together how can
All compete find me out in da street these ninjas
Skateboards to me cause they gone meet da feet
Little toilet paper talking big wig with my right
Forward like a kickflip, get my bit sucked and switch
Lips to a witch who ain't never dropped acid
But I bet to God that she love some Trip
Your GPS broke, you don't move how I move, different toilets
You don't do how I do, like 5-7-5
That's a hot haiku, went to Shang Hai for lunch and
I was back by noon, next year you won't be able to
Do the piss I did, I listen better might have to tape
Open your eyelids, bars like whereas you get your
Cars, where'd you find this? 'Gars filled with premium
Skunk smoke until I'm deemed your wonder loving highness
Don't buck with my flow then smooch me on the hiney
Hard to see them frontin' ninjas, cause they all behind me
No watch but I guess I got perfect timing
Imaginary bezzle still blinding, come and find me
Boar knows whores, but now Boar
Skates, so Boar don't pimp no more
But whores are still useful, of course
Rides to the store, maybe some head, some chores
A whore is a whore of course, unless you ain't know
In that case, she ain't yours, and
If she ain't yours, you'll find it out
Don't file for divorce, just grind it out
Cause while you're out, she's Boar's
And after I've tired her out, she's yours
Look, don't be wilding out on my account just because I got more
This Boar, and you, just bore
And she wants to be Ford explored
Not by some Trans Am that blows off no doors
Who's mans is this? Oh Lort
This is no damn am tour, this Boar
Chick! I thought you knew
Written by:
Jonathan Getzschman
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