Stop It Lyrics - Singles - Mcgruff

"yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...." 

I got the world in my world in my clutches 

Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches 

Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this 

Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye 

Be on the low, can't find me, why try? 

Ends I'm holdin' 'em 

Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em 

Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em 

What, done it, cop the benz six hundred 

If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach 

Lustin', y'all ain't my girl, we only fuckin' 

Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin' 

Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo 

Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too. 

Chorus - 

Hey yo, stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit, take ya eyes 

Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in 

The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects. 

(repeat) 

Verse 2: 

How you livin'? plenty limos mansion, twenty windows 

Menage trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo 

Mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin' 

Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign 

Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron 

Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don 

I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya wifey 

Now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite me 

You gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish 

Until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage 

And thats that, publishin' from ascap 

My ass rap, but feds still flash that. 

Chorus 2x 

Verse 3: 

In the n.y. electric chair, here men fry 

New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys 

I'm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kani's 

Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes 

Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized 

Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize 

Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex 

Picture gruff spendin' one night with no sex 

Shit, all these dames know gruff got bread 

Be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red 

Like a maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me 

Bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me 

Stop it, if y'all think y'all gon' make a profit 

Keep ya eyes off my pocket 

All I wanna do is knock it 

I got a wife just keep it in the closet 

Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo... 

Chorus 2x 

Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they 

Wanna hold from a nigga, you know? ain't fuckin' with these 

Chicks...these bitches is sour.