Mcgruff - What You Want Lyrics
[mcgruff]I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokeeSexy as can be, skin complexion ebonyIts ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit meI wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destinyYo, she choice, body all soft and moistMatter front, far screamin almost lost my voiceWe in the tunnel, Im poppin more stacks my bundleSmokin lust style, start to stumble, crew ready to rumbleHey boo, how you do? before I pursueI want you to excuse my wild ass crewIm herb mcgruff, you smokin like that herb I puffLittle cutie, hips got the curves and stuffHeres my roman numerals, Im a wise guy, thought you gettin into booSpecialize in tombstones and funeralsLive the fast life, run wit dudes past trifePush your six hundred benz on my jewels half ice[chorus: shay best]You got what I want, you got what I needIm not afraid to let you know just how I willGruffie, you know youre all the man Ill ever needGonna keep it real wit you, if you keep it real wit me[mcgruff]Yo, you hot baby, you must come from hellI like your smell, sweet perfume from chanelWhats your name miss? you got the mother danes pissedAll up in your grill, is if you was famousShe said her names armani, half black, half italianiNails all done, sportin muskina on her bodyShe 53, straight out the nycTellin me, this other cute girls gruff, gon make you try meNow check me, listen up, first of all, youre sexyAnd not like them gold diggin chickens try to peck meI see through them hoes, they cant get no new clothesAskin for blue parasukos, expensive shoe storesJust for cuz Im young and hold figgasGold diggas try to gas me, they better gas them other niggasCuz I aint give them a cent, picture gruff money bein spentPayin some pigeon head rent[chorus][mcgruff]If you wanna, when the partys over, meet me on the cornerIm twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims sparkLets grab a bite, you walkin aint no cab in sightDont start flaggin, whites and arabs aint rightHop in the 6 double 0, dont front, lets goIm mad tow up, you know, off the bubble and droYo you drive, imma play the passenger sideKinda tired, dont want me and no car to collideTurn up the benji joint, on the 97.1You want the slow jams, twist to 98.7, kissTake the whip out, park, lets flow through the mistYeah, baby, and it goes like this[chorus to fade]
