Yea 1, 2, Harlem World, Jamaica Queens thing You know what I'm sayin' Herb McGruff, Mr. Cheeks We gon' do this like this Yes, yes, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall So-called bad chick, sexin' you all Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on Give your Reebok money, send ya ass home Is Gruff a playa? Nigga, ask Pretty Tone Flooded rollie lit, smooth goldy shit If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit Herb be phat, linen down derby hat Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose Private jet, nigga, whole life is set Life like begets, mega ice on the neck Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do I'm creepin' Uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em He got two Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal wit' 'em He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide 'em To meet two chicks, so we can get wild wit' him We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five Smokin' trees, on the way, Saturday Night Live Said they butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not Peep it, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot Shorty open the door wit' the short in the knot Wit' the belly button showin', the L that's lit Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room I con', I continue to spark up my moon, 'cause Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do Ayo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin' Check me in VIP, gettin' love open The fellow wit' cream, gon' sell her a dream Gas up, just to get the hell in between Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam Word up, y'all know be Iceberg'd up Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up And all playa haters get they life hurt up Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up Chocolate mack nigga, push a Ac vig' Call it Don peace, then go relax wit' her Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew Now we do, party 'til the sky turn blue Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew Now we do, party 'till the sky turn blue Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
