Herb McGruff

[Verse 1: Sonnyjim & King Grubb] My ting is pure, the pain was cured Two litre, walkin' out of Mr Singh's store I'll let the drinks pour Money ain't a thing, let the champagne spill on the floor I never chased the bag I don't like pressure, there's too much weight in that I know it is what it is, what it is, but just don't make it that Blud, you might not make it back Bare lights in the roof, like a Maybach Twenty plants in the room, 'bout to just spray that This is payback Drivin' out the dealership Tires screechin' like a squeelin' pig It sounds like a murder case I'm about to double up like Murda Mase I let the fish think it's catchin' mе I write the bar that make 'еm lip sync it back to me This ain't nothin' like you thought it was This used to be the trap, now it's bolted up You just talkin' tough, I call your bluff I rolled the blunt in the Benz bumpin' Herb McGruff (Uh) [Verse 2: King Grubb] Smokin' sushi, and I don't eat sushi Used to rock the C just like [?] Fifty grand, vintage champús, and a loosie I don't really care, [?] what happen to me Truly, I take my cyanide without the Kool Aid Bumpin' Doomsday, I light my gas with splabs, not ballons, mate The music I make is like food for the brain Groupie stays true to his name You colludin' with snakes, huh I know the rules to the game, just refusin' to play You can be a million steps ahead still losin' the race Huh, I got it coverd, like Scooby's face If you thinkin' of rippin' me off The bigger the payoff, the bigger the lust So don't do it to yourself, don't try it Nose-divin' in an open fire from the fryin' pan I'm the man, say it with my chest, not my diaphragm Hundred-and-ten percent, I'm a spirogram I make keys disappear like sleight of hand From a coke-white sedan, why you still bang grams? (Mm) [Verse 3: Beni Laylo] Uh, blow quirk, you know we pattin' that Spare 'em for the best money still up in the laundry matt Doubled O's and spent seven on that golden gat Lord know, with the crow, we got our hand in that Duck the greenfront for that green sum Still out in the field, Cypress Hill when the peace come Huh, I just might kill a man Put a price on your head for a half a grand T-ab with P wrapped in a rubber band On my B-ab with G's out in the motherland Ciatti was tryna see me in the can I'm in Flat playin' catch me if you can The snowfall, frankly speakin', I sold it all Chop a sample and get to mixin' like ProTools You little niggas can't walk in my old shoes You lookin' like Pepsi, nigga, coke rules