("*" indicates that the word is cut off
because this is the music video version)
[Intro: Pharrell]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is about to feel...
Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before
C'mon
[Pusha T]
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
I *sell* it whip on whip, it's off the hard
I'm the...neighbourhood *pusha*
Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump *base* like that, Jack
On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the *fetti govs*
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
Only big boys keep *deuces* on the ride
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm trying to show y'all who the *fuck* I am
The jewels is flirting, I be damned if I'm hurting
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
While Pharrell keep talking this music *shit*
[Pharrell Williams]
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
Grindin'! (Ahhh)
(Hu-huuh)
[Malice]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them *cakes* as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And *disguised in this rap* so the feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, *topless*
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin' cousin, I got *hoes* for a dozen
Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
And my *weight*, that's just as heavy as my name
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
Cocky, something that I just can't help
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
*Filthy*, the word that best defines me
I'Big butts and blow jobs
They go together like
The sun and the sky
Like whiskey and rye
Like ice cream and pie
Like lovers and sighs
Big butts and blow jobs
Big butts and blow jobs
They go together like
The beach and suntan lotion
Like gypsies and magic potions
Like instant replays and slow motion
Like Jacque Cousteau and the ocean
Like whippersnappers and newfangled notions
Big butts and blow jobs
Big butts and blow jobs
They go together like
The birds and the trees
Like honey and bees
Like pretty and please
Like legbones and knees
Like toastbread and cheese
Like cowgirls and lees
Like deadbolts and keys
Like carrots and peas
Like sailors and seas
Like golfers and tees
Like vaginas and yeast
Like the beauty and beast
Like my baby like my baby
Like my baby and me
Big butts and blow jobs
Go together like
Politicians and lies
Like burgers and fries
Like hippies and tie-dyes
Like bikinis and thighs
Like bankers and ties
Like bakers and pies
Like cowturds and flies
Like mascara and eyes
Like hellos and goodbyes
Like my baby like my baby
Like my baby and I