Gimme

(Check check run it) (Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline) (That's fine) (I guess that should be good) (Here we go, here we go!) [Verse 1: Subroc] Gimme a girl — if not, I'll still pull it Gimme a TEC 9 millimeter, full 'em bullets Gimme like eight quarters for every buck Gimme three feet, I swing too fast and duck, you suck! I give ya gutter balls if you plan strikes 'Cause I'm the pin hitter, skinner of my likes You get it all back in a big bunch of SIKES First, gimme props and double check 'em like Nike's I be a old man if ya judge by my thoughts Gimme none of those, I take no shorts Um, if in case ya stop flippin' Gimme, now take it back and let ya Waltz, uh, Whitman Gimme guidelines, gimme my toast You pronounce tomatoes, I pronounce tomahtoes Yo, black, that's my cheese! Don't touch! It's nachos I'm a dog every day, I taste el gatos (That's riiiiiight!) Gimme good eats and don't think to pork it I gots a plank and I'll make your mother walk it Don't talk shit, New York I stalk it Gimme a reason to shut your mouth, my fist'll caulk it! What ya got?! [Hook: Subroc] (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) [Verse 2: Subroc] Well, welcome me back like my man Kotter If not, I'll leave ya flat broke with nada 'Cause I gotta keep my style flexin' like aerobic Gimme elbow room, I'm crazily claustrophobic Gimme a doo-rag for my hair I'll give ya a ten foot pole — touch it, it's up your rear I hear ya secrets, gimme so I can tell a tattle-teller Now, shut your mouth while I speak it a capella I'm the yellow maraca medium brown tone I do what I feel 'cause, child, I'm grown Gimme no cologne, I rock oils Gimme a lot of looten, I still won't straighten my nappy coils You won't gimme a lot of loot? (What!?) I'll give ya a lot of lumps My fist'll graze ya and give ya razor bumps Never did like chumps The grumpy man comes with a grudge I don't budge like tree trunks I been a bad ass since I's a child Throws me in jail, I gots the nail file Gimme roti for my curry Playa, trade it to me, yes, you should worry, a lot What ya got?! [Hook: Subroc] (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! [Verse 3: Subroc] I'm like the IRS, ready to tax someone So when you see me comin', come and dread Hold up a big tight fist for power to blacks Gimme a choo-choo train for my bad ass tracks Gimme a kite or it might be a head I fly Gimme a old record and kiss that shit goodbye Double or not, I want it back, chance it, black If it nice, roll the dice... (Hold up, umm...) Ya got a six, five and a four But the rat-a-tatta in my pocket says I don't think so! Give it up! (Give it here!) Whatcha got? Reach to grab and get elbowed or speed knot Gimme a frame, I'll put it around you So 5-0's and all my folks can hound you Disrespect — my boys will surround you Smack you up, black you up, pound you Down the drain like day is plain Ya can't stand me if ya can't stand the rain Hail, earthquakes or thunder So if I knock ya off, don't wonder No wonder what ya got [Hook: Subroc] (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! (Give it here!) The whole shebang! [Subroc] Yo, if you don't know the time by now... Yo, check the clock! Yeah, yeah, check the clock! Yeah, yeah Now get on your knees, next to my balls and BOX!