[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



[Chorus 2X: Shugar Diamonds]

Ya know how them thug cats do

McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew

Gettin bent every day, all day

The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite



[McGruff]

Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin

Harlem World to England, make world tour moves

Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed

Big boobs, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin Crys' wit the cube

Lookin slick on the tube, yo these bitches got my dick in the mood

Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food

We in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartin

Newly ro', day your dick cartin, six squadron

Forty D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden

We players, six hundred Benzes, Navigators

Snatchin papers, overseas, under grass and acres

When it catch in Vegas, bastards hate us

Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest

My ass stay switch ya ass to neighbors

Diamond rings from stings, still s