Mcgruff - Stop It Lyrics
Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this....I got the world in my world in my clutchesGettin smoked, twirlin dutchesJingle everywhere I go, girls wanna ***** thisFly guy, ima die high smokin my lyeBe on the low, cant find me, why try?Ends Im holdin emChumps with no dough? heads Im rollin emSportin cartier glass frames with the gold in emWhat, done it, cop the benz six hundredIf I aint gettin blunted Im probably in some chicks stomachLustin, yall aint my girl, we only *****inOut two lifestyles on cause one joint be bustinShootin thug sperm, what the deal booGive you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.Chorus -Hey yo, stop it, if yall think yall gon make a profit, take ya eyesOff my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it inThe closet, late night you might see me creepin through your projects.(repeat)Verse 2:How you livin? plenty limos mansion, twenty windowsMenage trois nymphos, smokin cigars with indoMega largen far from some crab nigga starvinGet money plus be robbin, push cars thats foreignCrisp gear on, rapid flip heronYo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share donI be icey, known for hittin chicks like ya wifeyNow you dont like me, playa hatin nigga bite meYou gabless, Im established, livin lavishUntil I perish me and my crew gon get cabbageAnd thats that, publishin from ascapMy ass rap, but feds still flash that.Chorus 2xVerse 3:In the n.y. electric chair, here men fryNew kids flippin pies, fuedin with different guysIm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kanisFlexin on the celly, skully over my eyesStreet wise, got ties to crime thats organizedNever took no shorts so you oughta recognizeTote tecks, sport a icey rolexPicture gruff spendin one night with no sexShit, all these dames know gruff got breadBe puffin mad lye, I stay bloodshot redLike a maxi, I aint got no paper so dont ask me***** caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax meStop it, if yall think yall gon make a profitKeep ya eyes off my pocketAll I wanna do is knock itI got a wife just keep it in the closetLate night you might see me creepin through ya projects, yo...Chorus 2xWord, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin theyWanna hold from a nigga, you know? aint *****in with theseChicks...these *****es is sour.
