Meech Wells - (I Know I Got) Sk**z lyrics

[Intro: Shaq] Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something Something I can go to the park to Yeah, there you go, allright, I like that, I like that It sound dope (Bust 'em in the eye Shaq) [Verse 1: Shaq] You wanna fight? come fight me I'll hit ya with the "wa-psh-psh-psh", see, see I get dirty after dark, I'll treat you like Spielberg You'll get your a** kicked in in a park You don't believe me, the proof is in the pudding Been a boy in the hood way before Cuba Gooding I flip scrpits with the mad pa-style, freeze Music please I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems People call me E.T., (what's that Shaq man?) Extra-Tallems You better than Shaq-tack, fool, shut up liar! I lean on the Statue of Liberty when I get tired Than I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't give a heck (hey yo, why you bug a hooker like that?) Yo, she breathed down my neck! People walk around like, Yo, they got charged! But I'm big like Gorilla, 6'7" ain't large! I kick rhymes like moduck-kwong do I smoke-smoke the mic-mic Like Cheech and Chong do You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn I know I got sk**s man, I know I got sk**s man [Verse 2: Def Jef] Suprise, look who's back Not a prize from a Cracker Jack Look at that, it's Def Jef with the Shaq Attack Flexin', I'll be crackin your back with the boom-boom-bap Pa** that mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back Everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet Still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Khalid Muhammad Do yourself a solid, don't flex, you go s** You know the time, get the high-hat, the Rolex The way I see, if I was wack like you I'd be at me The way I hold it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't front, you know how the name is spelt I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break yourself Attack the track like Shaq on a whack broad Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard Don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up from the trunk The reason your tape didn't hit the deck is because your hits don't bump So get back, ain't no ha**le, cause you ain't holding nuthin Keep sticking around, you get beat down like you stole something Sleep on me and the Shaq and jump your own hand Cause I know I got sk**s man, I know I got sk**s man [Verse 3:] [Def Jef] Ah yeah, yall don't know nothing about this The Shaq Man and The Arsenal What's up like that? Double XL in the nine-ohs kid Sk**s to make mills. Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town pros, upstate, yeah ??? ya large So check this out Shaq man, we gon' let this beat play right here, let all The brothers and sister know..... [Shaq] Nah, nah, let me continue I'm a be like Pete Rock and see what's next on the menu Mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka Rocks from here to Mecca Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a. I got a hand that'll rock ya cradle Cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagel My Ford Explorer boomin' with the trunk of funk All you jealous punks can't stop my dunks The brand new like Heavy Built like Chevy, Impala But Shaq's a smooth balla (Yeah, but what about rhymin'?) I can hold my own Knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone Rhymin is like hoopin', I'm already a legend Back in the days in the food stamp section Used to kick rhymes like, "Baby, baby, baby!" "Every once, every twice, three times a lady." Is what I listend to, riding with my moms How you like me now? I drop bombs When you see me, please tap my hands I know I got sk**s man, I know I got sk**s man [Outro: Shaq] I'd like to give a shout-out to my boy Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany, Meech Ron Mac, and my other cousin Ron This is another rough shot from the arsenal And you know what? Booty rappers, stay booty Ha-ha-ha, and we out Ahhh ha ha ha ha Ahhhhh ha ha ha ha Ahhhh...psyche!