[McGruff]

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