K.M.D. - Gimme lyrics

(Check check run it) (Uunh, put a little more ba** in the ba**line) Give it here! (5x) [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 too fast and duck You s** 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 guidlines, gimme my toast You pronounce tomatos, I pronounce tomahtos Yo black that's my cheese don't touch it, 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 sh** 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 Kotter 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 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 accapella 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 a** 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 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 a** tracks Gimme a kite or it might be a head I fly Gimme a old record and kiss that sh** 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 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!