Warryn Campbell - What Cha Doin to Me lyrics

[Heavy D & Warryn Campbell] [McGruff] Now check it, uptown kid on the record Who you thought? Who you expected? Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun Now I'm gettin paid without bustin my gun Make music, but still in I say boot it But still in all I stay looted, still in all I'm the slick cat that Heav' recruited No one see platinum and then play stupid Harlem's on the rise now, you surprised now For those who slept, bet they recognize now Can't hold us, can't stand to see my Ro' wristband wit boulders Can't withstand my soldiers, told ya We gon' explode like Oklahoma Put the rap game in the yoke and the coma Feel fame comin closer, photograph name on poster Dame in the Rover [Chorus: Shay Best] What cha doin to me? Keep comin baby How you makin me feel, keep comin baby [McGruff] Yo give it to ya hardcore, but never raw baby Be on tour crazy, leave shows wit three or four ladies Tryin to stroke out, stand up, poke out Let the smoke out, let the loke out Sexin broke out, rock begets no doubt n***as wanna be playas but just no clout Man bubbly refresh my mouth Besides that been fresh before fresh was out Check it out, check my background, check how I'm layin my mack down Check the store near you, for the hound phat sound Herb could flow, you ain't the first to know Watch me burst and blow, cuz I'm thirst for dough No question G, millionaire destined to be Tucks no less than a g, who fresher than me? Or Heavy D, check the pedigree From uptown to Beverly, papes be steady, see [Chorus] [Hook 2X: Heavy D] Ooh rougher than rough, big M, little C, Gruff You can't get enough, say what [McGruff] Gruff official, what the deal n***a, bust the Crystal Bust the style, baby lust the style Dutch your Isle, knowhatimean? Philly two mile Nowadays n***as really be foul What's goin on out there? Is all I hear Black on black crime, and you know the law don't care War out there, almost got caught out there But I didn't, so I gotta thank the Lord out there, cuz there is one Know people listen to my songs in they system Know people think I don't belong in prison Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that sinnin Puffin weed and tossin women [Chorus 2X]