Songtext:
(Check check run it) Schwarz Weiß Folien (Uunh, put a little more bass in the bassline)
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 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!
