Stop It Mcgruff

"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, Ima die high smokin my lye

be on the low, cant find me, why try?

ends Im holdin em

chumps with no dough? heads Im rollin em

sportin Cartier glass frames with the gold in em

what, done it, cop the Benz Six Hundred

if I aint gettin blunted Im probably in some chicks stomach

lustin, yall aint 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 yall think yall 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 largen 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 dont like me, playa hatin nigga bite me

you gabless, Im 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 x2]



[Verse 3:]

In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry

new kids flippin pies, fuedin with different guys

Im on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kanis

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 aint got no paper so dont ask me

bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me

stop it, if yall think yall 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 x2]



Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin they

wanna hold from a nigga, you know? Aint fuckin with these

chicks...these bitches is sour.
[ Stop It Lyrics ]