Текст песни Gruff Express - McGruff
Yo,
this
the
one
right
here
tone...
yeah
this
that
shit
right
Here...
herb
mcgruff...
the
crime
dog,
harlem
world,
n.f.l...
Verse
1:
Y'all
know
who
holdin',
get
money
while
you
dozin'
Jewels
frozen,
hit
skins
with
two
trojans
Harlems
on
the
rise,
the
new
slogan
All
of
these
guys
get
blew
open
Whole
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
up
Try
and
act
up,
watch
the
four-our
make
you
back
up
Dums
dums,
you
know
where
the
clique
come
from
Flip
bricks,
goin'
in
on
sticks
for
lumpsomes
Harlem
world
baby,
up
in
ya
girl
crazy
In
a
tinted
out
v-12
pearl
mercedes
Six
pusher,
mackin'
all
these
hookers
who
took
us
Thats
my
stick
man,
he
don't
say
shit,
keep
the
cooker
Beat
and
whoop
ya,
knock
yo
ass
out
cold
Pass
ya
gold,
teflons
harass
ya
soul
And
death
become
you
Clap
you,
take
everything
from
you
Fuck
a
rumble,
watch
you
stumble
in
the
jungle
Hell
here,
hear
me?
nothin'
like
bel-air
Niggas
sell
here,
mad
bitches
on
welfare
Fuck
the
mayor,
I'm
tryin'
to
make
a
million
bucks
a
year
They
wanna
see
me
try,
watch
this
villian
duck
the
chair
Kingpinnin',
doin'
my
thing,
grinnin'
Stayed
in
the
bing
in
prison
Ripped
this
cat
for
a
ring
that
glistened
Pullin'
off
them
stings
like
a
tradition
Stay
schemin'
like
latin
kings
up
in
the
system
Move
with
wisdom,
catch
'em
with
these
duded
thats
gonna
twist
'em
Uz'
lift
'em,
every
nigga
he
knew
gon'
miss
'em
Gruffy,
man
you
either
hate
me
or
you
love
me
Nothin'
in
between
that,
I
mean
that
For
greenbacks,
rob
niggas,
sell
fiends
crack
Lay
'em
down
flat,
where
my
man's
two
pound
at?
Chorus
-
Can't
nobody
do
it
better
It
makes
me
happy
countin'
cheddar,
yeah
Wine-n-dinin',
diamonds
shinin'
Pushin'
benzos
with
tinted
windows,
yeah
Verse
2:
Hold
my
head
and
polly
Lay
low
from
federalli's
When
I
squeeze
shit
get
hot
like
red
tomales
Tecks
and
shotty's,
hot
ones
catchin'
bodies
Respect
my
robbery,
poppi
you
copy?
Gimme
them
bricks,
masterminded
plenty
of
sticks
Sip
remy
with
chicks,
cock
the
semi
on
dicks
Yo,
these
slugs
ain't
got
no
name
Watch
yo'
frame
I
almost
shot
a
dame
who
came
to
cop
cocaine
Squeezed
on
the
oye
Two-thousand
grams
of
raw
yay
Took
the
bricks,
wiped
the
prints
off
the
doorway
Four-four
spray,
connivin'
like
keyser
soze
Flippin'
pies,
robbin'
them
spanish
guys
on
broadway
Crime
doggy,
cartier
shines
from
maury's
Dapper
don,
average
cat
rap
beyond
Strap
be
on,
desert
storm
gat
be
warm
What
the
deal
is,
i'm'a
show
you
niggas
what
the
real
is.
Chorus
2x
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