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McGruff - What You Want lyrics
[mcgruff] I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokee Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony Its ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me I wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny Yo, she choice, body all soft and moist Matter front, far screamin almost lost my voice We in the tunnel, Im poppin more stacks my bundle Smokin lust style, start to stumble, crew ready to rumble Hey boo, how you do? before I pursue I want you to excuse my wild ass crew Im herb mcgruff, you smokin like that herb I puff Little cutie, hips got the curves and stuff Heres my roman numerals, Im a wise guy, thought you gettin into boo Specialize in tombstones and funerals Live the fast life, run wit dudes past trife Push your six hundred benz on my jewels half ice [chorus: shay best] You got what I want, you got what I need Im not afraid to let you know just how I will Gruffie, you know youre all the man Ill ever need Gonna keep it real wit you, if you keep it real wit me [mcgruff] Yo, you hot baby, you must come from hell I like your smell, sweet perfume from chanel Whats your name miss? you got the mother danes pissed All up in your grill, is if you was famous She said her names armani, half black, half italiani Nails all done, sportin muskina on her body She 53", straight out the nyc Tellin me, this other cute girls gruff, gon make you try me Now check me, listen up, first of all, youre sexy And not like them gold diggin chickens try to peck me I see through them hoes, they cant get no new clothes Askin for blue parasukos, expensive shoe stores Just for cuz Im young and hold figgas Gold diggas try to gas me, they better gas them other niggas Cuz I aint give them a cent, picture gruff money bein spent Payin some pigeon head rent [chorus] [mcgruff] If you wanna, when the partys over, meet me on the corner Im twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims spark Lets grab a bite, you walkin aint no cab in sight Dont start flaggin, whites and arabs aint right Hop in the 6 double 0, dont front, lets go Im mad tow up, you know, off the bubble and dro Yo you drive, imma play the passenger side Kinda tired, dont want me and no car to collide Turn up the benji joint, on the 97.1 You want the slow jams, twist to 98.7, kiss Take the whip out, park, lets flow through the mist Yeah, baby, and it goes like this [chorus to fade] |
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