What Cha Doin To Me Lyrics by Mcgruff

What Cha Doin To Me Lyrics

    [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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