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
clow 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 9 and he’ll be there
right by my side with his ruffneck tactics
ruffneck attitude the ruffneck bastard
hook
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 dont 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
hook
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
hook repeats
Artist: Mc Lyte
Year: 1993
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 262