(chorus)(x3)



Gotta What Yo



Gotta Get A Ruffneck




(verse One)



I Need A Ruffneck



I Need A Dude With Attitude



Who 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



When 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




(chorus) (x6)




(verse Two)



I Need A Ruffneck



I Need A Man That's Quick And Swift



To Put Out The Spliff And Get Stiff



Boxer Shorts And 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 Got Smack It,lick It,swallow It Up Style



Drinkin' 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 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




(chorus) (x6)




(verse Three)



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