What Cha Doin To Me Lyrics - Singles - Mcgruff

[mcgruff] 

Now check it, uptown kid on the record 

Who you thought? who you expected? 

Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun 

Now I'm gettin paid without bustin my gun 

Make music, but still in I say boot it 

But still in all I stay looted, still in all 

I'm the slick cat that heav' recruited 

No one see platinum and then play stupid 

Harlem's on the rise now, you surprised now 

For those who slept, bet they recognize now 

Can't hold us, can't stand to see my ro' wristband wit boulders 

Can't withstand my soldiers, told ya 

We gon' explode like oklahoma 

Put the rap game in the yoke and the coma 

Feel fame comin closer, photograph name on poster 

Dame in the rover 

[chorus: shay best] 

What cha doin to me? keep comin baby 

How you makin me feel, keep comin baby 

[mcgruff] 

Yo give it to ya hardcore, but never raw baby 

Be on tour crazy, leave shows wit three or four ladies 

Tryin to stroke out, stand up, poke out 

Let the smoke out, let the loke out 

Sexin broke out, rock begets no doubt 

Niggas wanna be playas but just no clout 

Man bubbly refresh my mouth 

Besides that been fresh before fresh was out 

Check it out, check my background, check how I'm layin my mack down 

Check the store near you, for the hound phat sound 

Herb could flow, you ain't the first to know 

Watch me burst and blow, 'cause I'm thirst for dough 

No question g, millionaire destined to be 

Tucks no less than a g, who fresher than me? 

Or heavy d, check the pedigree 

From uptown to beverly, papes be steady, see 

[chorus] 

[hook 2x: heavy d] 

Ooh rougher than rough, big m, little c, gruff 

You can't get enough, say what 

[mcgruff] 

Gruff official, what the deal nigga, bust the crystal 

Bust the style, baby lust the style 

Dutch your isle, knowhatimean? philly two mile 

Nowadays niggas really be foul 

What's goin on out there? is all I hear 

Black on black crime, and you know the law don't care 

War out there, almost got caught out there 

But I didn't, so I gotta thank the lord out there, 'cause there is one 

Know people listen to my songs in they system 

Know people think I don't belong in prison 

Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that sinnin 

Puffin weed and tossin women 

[chorus 2x]