Mc Lyte- "ruffneck" Lyrics - Wrestling

(chorus)(x3) 

Gotta what yo 

Gotta get a ruffneck 

(verse one) 

I need a ruffneck 

I need a dude with attitude 

Who only needs his fingers with his food 

Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' 

Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin' 

Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night 

But he's a ruffneck so that's alright 

Triple o baldie under the hood 

Makin' noise with the boys up to no good 

C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go 

Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth 

Startin' beef is how he spells relief 

Actin' like he don't care 

When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there 

Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics 

Ruffneck attitude,the ruffneck bastard 

(chorus) (x6) 

(verse two) 

I need a ruffneck 

I need a man that's quick and swift 

To put out the spliff and get stiff 

Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large 

But he don't gotta be large to be in charge 

Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go 

He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow 

Never questioning can he get buck wild 

He's got smack it,lick it,swallow it up style 

Drinkin' a beer ,sittin' his chair 

Hands in his pants fiddlin' with his dick hairs 

He's a rudeboy,a raggamuf 

Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough 

'Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right 

And if he ain't ruff,well then he's all wrong for the Lyte 

I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down 

Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town 

(chorus) (x6) 

(verse three) 

I need a ruffneck 

I need a man that don't stitch like a bitch 

She'd tears or switch 

Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet 

But never meetin' the end 'cause he knows the street 

Eat sleep shit fuck,eat sleep shit 

Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick 

Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here 

Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there 

On the avenue girls are passin' thru 

Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you 

Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec 

That's the rep he'll pull the plug on the tour 

Pissin' in corners 

Doing 80 by funeral mourners 

Showing little respect 

Now that's a ruffneck 

(chorus) (x18)