Gimme - One

Here we go here we go

Give me a girl, if not, I’ll still pull it

Gimme a tek 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 PSYCHES

First, gimme props and double check 'em like Nikes

I be an 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, 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?

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

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 a sequence, 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 got the nail file

Gimme a roti for my curry

Playa, trade it to me, yes, you should worry — a lot

What ya got?

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

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…

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 grab ya get elbowed or speed knot

Gimme a frame, I’ll put it around you

So 5−0s 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

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

…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!