This Is Me
Mr. KO Lyrics

Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all.
Yes, yes, everyone, Gruff stays fashionable, everyone.

Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall.
Smoking marijuana blesses you all, riding in a Lexus to go to the mall.

So-called bad chick, sexin' you all.
A woman who claims to be promiscuous, having sex with all of you.

Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls.
Call me, let me show off in your bedroom.

Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on.
Move your spine, so I can hit on you.

Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home.
Earn some money, then leave afterwards.

Is Gruff a playa? Nigga, ask Pretty Tone.
Is Gruff a player? Ask Pretty Tone, he might know.

Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit.
A Rolex watch with diamonds is shining, and the gold looks nice and smooth.

If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit.
If I die, people will be upset.

Herb be phat, linen down derby hat.
The marijuana is very good, and I'm wearing a linen derby hat.

Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back.
Alligators are biting, and I have minks and fur on my back.

Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's.
I go on live talk shows, and I pop the cork off a bottle of Moet champagne.

My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose.
My money is increasing, while addicts snort drugs up their nose.

Private jet, nigga, whole life is set.
I have a private jet, my whole life is settled.

Life like begets, mega ice on the neck.
My lavish lifestyle begets more wealth, and I have a lot of expensive jewelry on my neck.

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This is the chorus.

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu.
Yeah, this is how we do it, let's make you dance.

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew.
I am from Harlem World, and I am with the LB crew.

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue.
Now, we will party until the sky turns blue.

Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do.
We will party, that's what we will do.

I'm creepin' uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em.
I am driving uptown, and my friends are with me.

He got three Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal wit' 'em.
He has three cigar cases in the ashtray, and Sal is with him.

He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide me.
He is getting high, so he wanted me to join him.

Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit' him.
Give me two hits/puffs, so we can get high with him.

We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five.
We are driving on FDR Drive, going at 95 mph.

Smokin' trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live.
Smoking marijuana while driving, on our way to Saturday Night Live.

Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot.
The situation is good, but their house is very hot.

Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not.
Smoke marijuana, drink alcohol, so I said, why not?

Peepin', ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot.
Watching, we ring the bell, as soon as we arrive at the place.

Shorty open the door wit' the short and the knot,
The girl wearing a short outfit, and a hair knot opens the door.

Wit' the belly button showin', the L that slip.
With her belly button showing, she accidentally drops an L (marijuana joint).

Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit.
Hey, I smell the marijuana, I can identify it.

Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room
As soon as my friend goes inside the room with the girl.

I con', I continue to spark up my moon, 'cause...
I continue, to smoke my marijuana (moon), because...

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This is the chorus.

Aiyo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'.
Hey, Gruff has the money, keep the drinks coming.

Check me in VIP, gettin' love open.
Check me into VIP, feeling the love.

The fellow wit' cream, gon' sell her a dream.
The guy with money is going to make her fall for him.

Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between.
Bad luck needs to stay out of the way.

Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green.
Do you understand? Play the game, smoke marijuana.

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam.
Wherever Gruff goes, he shines like a bright light.

Word up, ya know the ice burnt up.
You know, the jewelry is expensive.

Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up.
Give me one minute, and I'll get your wife turned on.

And all playa haters get they life hold up.
And all the haters get their lives stopped.

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up.
The undertaker might have to bury someone.

Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga.
Black man who is confident with women, driving an Acura.

Call it Don P., then go relax wit' her.
Drink Don Perignon, then go relax with her.

[Chorus x 2]
This is the chorus, repeated twice.