Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite
Pop niggas then I throw the biscuit
Get some 'dro and twist it, when from mo' to cryst shit
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 shit, 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 ass out
You fuckin 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 shit ya be makin ain't hotter than this
