Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all   Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall   So called bad chick, sexin' you all   Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls      Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on   Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home   Is Gruff a playa? Nigga ask Pretty Tone   Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit      If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit   Herb be phat, linen down derby hat   Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back   Live talk shows, pop corks offa Mo's      My money grows while fiends snort up they nose   Private jet, nigga, whole life is set   Life like begets   Mega ice on the neck      Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu   Harlem World baby and the LB crew   Now we do, party to the sky turn blue   Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do      I'm creepin' uptown and my mans ride wit 'em   He got three Dutches in the ash tray and Sal wit 'em   He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide me   Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit him      We on FDR Drive, doing 95   Smokin' trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live   Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot   Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not   Peepin', ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot   Shorty open the door wit the short and the knot      Wit the belly button showin', the L that slip   Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit   Soon as my man creep wit shorty inside the room   I con', I continue to spark up my moon 'cuz      Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu   Harlem World baby and the LB crew   Now we do, party to the sky turn blue   Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do      Aiyo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'   Check me in V.I.P., gettin' love open   The fellow wit cream, gon' sell her a dream   Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between      KnowhatImean? Kick game, puff la green   Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam   Word up, ya know the ice burnt up   Give me one minute have your wife skirt up      And all playa haters get they life hold up   Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up   Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga   Call it Don P. then go relax wit her      Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu   Harlem World baby and the LB crew   Now we do, party to the sky turn blue   Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do      Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu   Harlem World baby and the LB crew   Now we do, party to the sky turn blue   Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do