Exquisite

McGruff
Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite
Pop then I throw the biscuit
Get some 'dro and twist it, when from Mo' to Cryst s**t
Still gettin that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-up
They call me Gruffie, Crime Hound, used to be a Pound Puppy
You should see the way I down bubbly
Every dame in the town love me, stay dip
Cardiere flame s**t, Polo brown rugby
Moves too swift to let ya clowns touch me
Smokin like a doo-doo Dutchie, and you get found musty
Bust his here, man ya cats just infer
It's been a while now, I must appear, ya as* out
You fkin wit the cause of this, who liver than this
Dive on ya wrist, take ya rollie, try to resist
Now I'm in the club shakin wit some pie and some Cryst
And that s**t ya be makin ain't hotter than this

Chorus 2X: Shugar Diamonds
Ya know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin bent every day, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

McGruff
Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin
Harlem World to England, make world tour moves
Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed
Big boobs, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin Crys' wit the cube
Lookin slick on the tube, yo these girls got my d*ck in the mood
Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food
We in the rich cart and got baby girl cl*t fartin
Newly ro', day your d*ck cartin, six squadron
Forty D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden
We players, six hundred Benzes, Navigators
sn*tchin papers, overseas, under grass and acres
When it catch in Vegas, b*stards hate us
Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest
My as* stay switch ya as* to neighbors
Diamond rings from stings, still spendin cash on more capers

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McGruff
I drop hot rhymes, take ya Hot 97 slot time
I shine like an archive, her thirty night dime
V-12, six hundred gas, put my Nike on
Put a mic on, put it piked on
Strong-arm like 'Nam, Desert Storm never fight calm
Roll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palm
Murder your life form, make more noise than a night storm
Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bomb
Light Tron, then there's no tellin, who I might harm
Top wall, street businessman, in they white bond
It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life long
Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con
Write hype s**t, my gang can make a dike like d*ck
And my crew bigger than ya crew, twice as thick
be lookin for some mic's to stick, nights to slick
And pikin d*ck and all the bad righteous chicks
My light toke, you like them flicks
Tenure conversely, all types of kicks
My man L got 25 to life, told me life's a b*tch
Said hold ya head Gruff, son and write them hits

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