[McGruff]

Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all

Puffin bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall

So called bad chick, sexin you all

Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls

Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on

Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home

Is Gruff a playa? Nigga ask Pretty Tone

Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit

If I ever die, your Joe's gon have a fit

Herb be phat, linen down derby hat

Gators bitin, minks and fur on me back

Live talk shows, pop corks offa Mo's

My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose

Private jet, nigga, whole life is set

Life like begets, mega ice on the neck



[Chorus: McGruff]

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu

Harlem World baby and the LB crew

Now we do, party to the sky turn blue

Pollyin, yeah, that's what we gon' do



[Mr. Cheeks]

I'm creepin uptown, and my mans ride wit em

He got three Dutches in the ash tray and Sal wit 'em

He gettin blunted, so he wanted me to slide me

Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit him

We on FDR Drive, doing 95

Smokin trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live

Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin pad is hot

Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not

Peepin, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot

Shorty open the door wit the short and the knot

Wit the belly button showin, the L that slip

Yo I smell that shit, yo I can tell that shit

Soon as my man creep wit shorty inside the room

I con', I continue to spark up my moon, cuz



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[McGruff]

Aiyo, Gruff holdin, keep the bar rollin

Check me in VIP, gettin love open

The fellow wit cream, gon sell her a dream

Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between

Knowhatimean? Kick game, puff la green

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam

Word up, ya know the ice burnt up

Give me one minute have your wife skirt up

And all playa haters get they life hold up

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up

Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga

Call it Don P., then go relax wit her



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