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Mcgruff - Stop It lyrics
"yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...."
 I got the world in my world in my clutches
 Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches
 Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this
 Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye
 Be on the low, can't find me, why try? 
 Ends I'm holdin' 'em
 Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em
 Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em
 What, done it, cop the benz six hundred
 If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach
 Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only fuckin'
 Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin'
 Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo
 Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.
 Chorus -
 Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes
 Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in
 The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects.
 (repeat)
 Verse 2:
 How you livin'? plenty limos mansion, twenty windows
 Menage trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo
 Mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin'
 Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign
 Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron
 Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don
 I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya wifey
 Now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite meMcgruff - Stop It - http://motolyrics.com/mcgruff/stop-it-lyrics.html
 You gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish
Until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage
 And thats that, publishin' from ascap
 My ass rap, but feds still flash that.
Chorus 2x
 Verse 3:
 In the n.y. electric chair, here men fry
 New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys
 I'm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kani's
 Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes
 Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized
 Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize
 Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex
 Picture gruff spendin' one night with no sex
 Shit, all these dames know gruff got bread
 Be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red
 Like a maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me
 Bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me
 Stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit
 Keep ya eyes off my pocket
 All I wanna do is knock it
 I got a wife just keep it in the closet
 Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...
Chorus 2x
 Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they
 Wanna hold from a nigga, you know? ain't fuckin' with these
 Chicks...these bitches is sour.


















