Текст песни McGruff - Gruff Express
McGruff - Gruff Express слова песни
Yo, this the one right here Tone....yeah this that shit righthere....Herb McGruff....the crime Dog, Harlem World, N.F.L......Verse 1:Ya`ll know who holdin`, get money while you dozin`jewels frozen, hit skins with two trojansHarlems on the rise, the new sloganall of these guys get blew openwhole crew totin`to Hell with that braggin` and boastin`I`m`a put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatin`wrapped up, don`t 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 don`t 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 youfuck a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungleHell here, hear me? nothin` like Bel-Airniggas sell here, mad bitches on Welfarefuck the Mayor, I`m tryin` to make a Million bucks a yearthey wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chairKingpinnin`, doin` my thing, grinnin`stayed 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 Man`s Two pound at?Chorus - Can`t nobody do it betterit makes me happy countin` cheddar, yeahWine-n-dinin`, diamonds shinin`pushin` Benzos with tinted windows, yeahVerse 2:Hold my head and pollylay low from Federalli`swhen I squeeze shit get hot like Red Tomalestecks and Shotty`s, hot ones catchin` bodiesrespect my robbery, Poppi you copy?gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of stickssip Remy with chicks, cock the Semi on dicksYo, these slugs ain`t got no name watch 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 Maury`sDapper Don, average cat rap beyondstrap be on, Desert storm gat be warmwhat the deal is, I`m`a show you niggas what the real is. Chorus 2X