Mcgruff - Gruff Express Lyrics
Yo, this the one right here tone....yeah this that shit rightHere....herb mcgruff....the crime dog, harlem world, n.f.l......Verse 1:Yall know who holdin, get money while you dozinJewels frozen, hit skins with two trojansHarlems on the rise, the new sloganAll of these guys get blew openWhole crew totinTo hell with that braggin and boastinIma put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatinWrapped up, dont get yourself capped upTry and act up, watch the four-our make you back upDums dums, you know where the clique come fromFlip bricks, goin in on sticks for lumpsomesHarlem world baby, up in ya girl crazyIn a tinted out v-12 pearl mercedesSix pusher, mackin all these hookers who took usThats my stick man, he dont say shit, keep the cookerBeat and whoop ya, knock yo ass out coldPass ya gold, teflons harass ya soulAnd death become youClap you, take everything from you***** a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungleHell here, hear me? nothin like bel-airNiggas sell here, mad *****es on welfare***** the mayor, Im tryin to make a million bucks a yearThey wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chairKingpinnin, doin my thing, grinninStayed in the bing in prisonRipped this cat for a ring that glistenedPullin off them stings like a traditionStay schemin like latin kings up in the systemMove with wisdom, catch em with these duded thats gonna twist emUz lift em, every nigga he knew gon miss emGruffy, man you either hate me or you love meNothin in between that, I mean thatFor greenbacks, rob niggas, sell fiends crackLay em down flat, where my mans two pound at?Chorus -Cant nobody do it betterIt makes me happy countin cheddar, yeahWine-n-dinin, diamonds shininPushin benzos with tinted windows, yeahVerse 2:Hold my head and pollyLay low from federallisWhen I squeeze shit get hot like red tomalesTecks and shottys, hot ones catchin bodiesRespect my robbery, poppi you copy?Gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of sticksSip remy with chicks, ***** the semi on dicksYo, these slugs aint got no nameWatch yo frameI almost shot a dame who came to cop cocaineSqueezed on the oyeTwo-thousand grams of raw yayTook the bricks, wiped the prints off the doorwayFour-four spray, connivin like keyser sozeFlippin pies, robbin them spanish guys on broadwayCrime doggy, cartier shines from maurysDapper don, average cat rap beyondStrap be on, desert storm gat be warmWhat the deal is, ima show you niggas what the real is.Chorus 2x
