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' me
I write the bar that make 'em 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