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Mcgruff - What You Want lyrics
[mcgruff]
 I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokee
 Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony
 It's ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me
 I wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny
 Yo, she choice, body all soft and moist
 Matter front, far screamin almost lost my voice
 We in the tunnel, I'm poppin more stacks my bundle
 Smokin lust style, start to stumble, crew ready to rumble
 Hey boo, how you do? before I pursue
 I want you to excuse my wild ass crew
 I'm herb mcgruff, you smokin like that herb I puff
 Little cutie, hips got the curves and stuff
 Here's my roman numerals, I'm a wise guy, thought you gettin into boo
 Specialize in tombstones and funerals
 Live the fast life, run wit dudes past trife
 Push your six hundred benz on my jewels half ice
 [chorus: shay best]
 You got what I want, you got what I need
 I'm not afraid to let you know just how I will
 Gruffie, you know you're all the man I'll ever need
 Gonna keep it real wit you, if you keep it real wit me
 [mcgruff]
 Yo, you hot baby, you must come from hell
 I like your smell, sweet perfume from chanel
 What's your name miss? you got the mother dane's pissed
 All up in your grill, is if you was famous
 She said her name's armani, half black, half italianiMcgruff - What You Want - http://motolyrics.com/mcgruff/what-you-want-lyrics.html
 Nails all done, sportin muskina on her body
She 5'3", straight out the nyc
 Tellin me, this other cute girl's gruff, gon make you try me
 Now check me, listen up, first of all, you're sexy
 And not like them gold diggin chickens try to peck me
 I see through them hoes, they can't get no new clothes
 Askin for blue parasukos, expensive shoe stores
 Just for 'cause I'm young and hold figgas
 Gold diggas try to gas me, they better gas them other niggas
 'cause I ain't give them a cent, picture gruff money bein spent
 Payin some pigeon head rent
[chorus]
 [mcgruff]
 If you wanna, when the party's over, meet me on the corner
 I'm twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims spark
 Let's grab a bite, you walkin ain't no cab in sight
 Don't start flaggin, whites and arabs ain't right
 Hop in the 6 double 0, don't front, let's go
 I'm mad tow up, you know, off the bubble and 'dro
 Yo you drive, i'mma play the passenger side
 Kinda tired, don't want me and no car to collide
 Turn up the benji joint, on the 97.1
 You want the slow jams, twist to 98.7, kiss
 Take the whip out, park, let's flow through the mist
 Yeah, baby, and it goes like this
[chorus to fade]


















