What You Want Lyrics - Singles - Mcgruff

[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 italiani 

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]