McGruff

McGruff - What Cha Doin to Me lyrics

rate me

[McGruff]

Now check it, uptown kid on the record

Who you thought? Who you expected?

Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun

Now I'm gettin paid without bustin my gun

Make music, but still in I say boot it

But still in all I stay looted, still in all

I'm the slick cat that Heav' recruited

No one see platinum and then play stupid

Harlem's on the rise now, you surprised now

For those who slept, bet they recognize now

Can't hold us, can't stand to see my Ro' wristband wit boulders

Can't withstand my soldiers, told ya

We gon' explode like Oklahoma

Put the rap game in the yoke and the coma

Feel fame comin closer, photograph name on poster

Dame in the Rover

[Chorus: Shay Best]

What cha doin to me? Keep comin baby

How you makin me feel, keep comin baby

[McGruff]

Yo give it to ya hardcore, but never raw baby

Be on tour crazy, leave shows wit three or four ladies

Tryin to stroke out, stand up, poke out

Let the smoke out, let the loke out

Sexin broke out, rock begets no doubt

Niggas wanna be playas but just no clout

Man bubbly refresh my mouth

besides that been fresh before fresh was out

Check it out, check my background, check how I'm layin my mack down

Check the store near you, for the hound phat sound

Herb could flow, you ain't the first to know

Watch me burst and blow, cuz I'm thirst for dough

No question G, millionaire destined to be

Tucks no less than a g, who fresher than me?

Or Heavy D, check the pedigree

From uptown to Beverly, papes be steady, see

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X: Heavy D]

Ooh rougher than rough, big M, little C, Gruff

You can't get enough, say what

[McGruff]

Gruff official, what the deal nigga, bust the Crystal

Bust the style, baby lust the style

Dutch your Isle, knowhatimean? Philly two mile

Nowadays niggas really be foul

What's goin on out there? Is all I hear

Black on black crime, and you know the law don't care

War out there, almost got caught out there

But I didn't, so I gotta thank the Lord out there, cuz there is one

Know people listen to my songs in they system

Know people think I don't belong in prison

Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that sinnin

Puffin weed and tossin women

[Chorus 2X]

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