McGruff - Exquisite - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[McGruff] Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite Pop niggas then I throw the biscuit Get some 'dro and twist it, when from Mo' to Cryst shit Still gettin that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-up They call me Gruffie, Crime Hound, used to be a Pound Puppy You should see the way I down bubbly Every dame in the town love me, stay dip Cardiere flame shit, Polo brown rugby Moves too swift to let ya clowns touch me Smokin like a doo-doo Dutchie, and you get found musty Bust his here, man ya cats just infer It's been a while now, I must appear, ya ass out You fuckin wit the cause of this, who liver than this Dive on ya wrist, take ya rollie, try to resist Now I'm in the club shakin wit some pie and some Cryst And that shit ya be makin ain't hotter than this [Chorus 2X: Shugar Diamonds] Ya know how them thug cats do McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew Gettin bent every day, all day The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite [McGruff] Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin Harlem World to England, make world tour moves Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed Big boobs, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin Crys' wit the cube Lookin slick on the tube, yo these bitches got my dick in the mood Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food We in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartin Newly ro', day your dick cartin, six squadron Forty D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden We players, six hundred Benzes, Navigators Snatchin papers, overseas, under grass and acres When it catch in Vegas, bastards hate us Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest My ass stay switch ya ass to neighbors Diamond rings from stings, still spendin cash on more capers [Chorus 2X] [McGruff] I drop hot rhymes, take ya Hot 97 slot time I shine like an archive, her thirty night dime V-12, six hundred gas, put my Nike on Put a mic on, put it piked on Strong-arm like 'Nam, Desert Storm never fight calm Roll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palm Murder your life form, make more noise than a night storm Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bomb Light Tron, then there's no tellin, who I might harm Top wall, street businessman, in they white bond It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life long Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con Write hype shit, my gang can make a dike like dick And my crew bigger than ya crew, twice as thick Niggas be lookin for some mic's to stick, nights to slick And pikin dick and all the bad righteous chicks My niggas light toke, you like them flicks Tenure conversely, all types of kicks My man L got 25 to life, told me life's a bitch Said hold ya head Gruff, son and write them hits [Chorus 2X]
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