Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ruffneck, artist - MC Lyte. Album song The Very Best Of MC Lyte, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Ruffneck |
I need a ruffneck |
I need a dude with a attitude |
Only needs his fingers with his food |
Karl Kani saggin', timbos draggin' |
Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin' |
Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night |
But he’s a ruffneck, so that’s alright |
Triple o baldie under the hood |
Makin' noise with the boys, up to no good |
C-low on the down low |
Cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go |
Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth |
Startin' beef is how he spells relief |
Actin' like he don’t care |
But all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he’ll be there |
Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics |
Ruffneck attitude, the ruffneck bastard |
Gotta what? |
Yo, gotta get a ruffneck |
Gotta what? |
Yo, gotta get a ruffneck |
Gotta what? |
Yo, gotta get a ruffneck |
I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck! |
I need a ruffneck |
I need a man that’s quick and swift |
To put out the spliff and get stiff |
Boxer shorts, everything is fitting large |
But he don’t gotta be large to be in charge |
Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go |
He knows exactly how I want my flow and that’s slow |
Never questioning can he get buck wild |
He’s gotta smack it, lick it, swallow it up style |
Drink a beer, sittin' his chair |
Hands in his pants, fiddlin' with his dick hairs |
He’s a rudeboy, a raggamuf' |
Ready to bag another brother that he ranks not ruff enough |
Cause if it ain’t ruff it ain’t right |
And if he ain’t ruff, well then he’s all wrong for the Lyte |
I love my ruffneck and ain’t nothing going down |
Or going up if my ruffneck ain’t in town |
I need a ruffneck |
I need a man that don’t snitch like a bitch |
Shed tears or switch |
Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet |
But never meetin' the end cause he knows the street |
He eat, sleep, shit, fuck, eat, sleep, shit |
Then it’s back to the streets to make a buck quick |
Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here |
Hit’em wit a bit a skins then he’s out of there |
On the avenue girls are passin' thru |
Too much of ruffneck so they ain’t havin' you |
Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec |
Is the wannabe ruffneck |
That’s the kind you gotta watch out for |
Just to get a rep he’ll pull the plug on the tour |
Pissin' in corners, doing 80 by funeral mourners |
Showing little respect, now that’s a ruffneck! |