(Check check run it)

(Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline)



Give it here! [x5]



[Subroc]

Here we go here we go

Give me a girl if not I'll still pull it

Gimme a tek 9 millemeter full 'em bullets

Gimme like eight quarters for every buck

Gimme three feet I swing to 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 and 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 guidline and gimme my toast

You pronounce tomato

I pro the nouns tomahto

Yo black that's my cheese don't touch it it's Nachos

I'm a dog every day I taste el gatos

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 reason to shut your mouth my fist'll caulk it

What ya got?



[Subroc]

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)

The whole shebang

(Give it here!)



[Subroc]

Well welcome me back like my man Cotter

If not, I'll leave ya flat broke with nada

Cause I gotta keep my style flexin' like areobic

Gimme elbow room I'm crazily close to phobic

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 accapella

I'm the yellow maraca medium brown tone

I do what I feel cause child I'm grown

Gimme no canola rock oils

Gimme alot of loot and I still won't straighten my nappy coils

You won't gimme alot of loot? (What!?)

I'll give ya alot of lumps

My fist'll raise ya and give ya razor bumps

Never did like chumps

They brought me mad grumps

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 collibre

Trade it to me, yes you should worry, alot

What ya got?



[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]

I'm like a IRS ready to tax someone

So when you see me comin come and dreadin'

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-tatter 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 they is pain

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



[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!