[Pudgee] Recognize TALENT, when talent's in your face And maybe next time I won't have to put you in your place You wanna play games? Then come and see me now We'll play a game of catch, and you will catch a beatdown Party or a card shark, you know that I turn out Don't wanna be a star y'know cause stars burn out And I'm - comin any day, day now, hey there, hey now I'll see your s**er a** on the way down Can you make it last, can you make it last baby? Kiss my, kiss my - are you crazy? Sex - you know how I feel about that I'm givin b**hes more humps than there are on a camel's back And black, I pack a dick a little longer than pinkie But you know I fill hoes with more cream than a Twinkie People give me much respect cause I'm a rap singer But if they diss me I give 'em the finger (the middle!) [Chorus: x4] (You can get the finger!) What finger? (The middle!) [Pudgee] Hey diddle diddle there's no riddle cause I'm QUICK to give the middle The third from the left and from the right yeah that's the middle So what?! If you want it then bring it and get up on it To coin a famous phrase, if ya got it then ya flaunt it You so-called superstar rappers do not move me Teddy Riley and his first group couldn't groooove me I got the superb, flow I suppose And got more rhymes than swiss cheese got holes I'm runnin around you chicken you, doin it all the way dickin through Don't front listen you you're p**y so I'm stickin you Now you're wishin that you never woulda stepped to the frontline Got mad styles but you don't want mines! Words I got piles and piles so I don't mind You comin at me with the juvenile styles Give me respect yo, cause I'm a rap singer But if you diss me I'm givin the finger (the middle!) [Chorus] [Pudgee] And you in jeapordy if there's a discrepancy yo I'm here And I'll be straightenin out problems like Al Sharpton's hair I know you laid out a schematic or a plan But it's "Gone With the Wind" and frankly my dear I don't give a damn Rule number one is that you never ever take a step Without mappin out the step 'til no mistakes are left Rule number two is that you're always gonna need your friends Number three is that your enemies are really friends I counted three strikes, so I guess that means that you're out At least you know NOW what I was tellin you about I do rehearsal and I'm ready for the drama Because I'm controversial not commercial like Madonna My words'll grate a perpetrator like Milli Vanilli I'm smokin, not front yes I'll be blunt like a Phillie People give me much respect cause I'm a rap singer But if they diss me I give them the fingers!