give it here 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 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 the whole shebang the whole shebang the whole shebang 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 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  the whole shebang the whole shebang the whole shebang 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 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 the whole shebang the whole shebang the whole shebang 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 1