MC Lyte - Ruffneck lyrics
MC Lyte [Lana Michele Moorer] Queens, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MC Lyte - Ruffneck lyrics]
Gotta who? Gotta have a what?
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a 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!
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a 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!