Paroles de Gimmie one

Gilla house, take it from the top like this ***

Yo, redman 'back in business' like epm
D whips i drive, i gotta tv 'em
I tour new york down, so b.b. king 'em
Found my way back home like e.t. finger

I rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a *** and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' red gone wild with no backin

Doc get five on the mic like joe jackson
Foreign *** feelinme for my accent
Talk like a boss, i can't complain
When i do it, it's big like fulton in st. james

I got brick city, even d.c. ***
They all steal for me outta p.c. riches
I move like a pimp, but i'm far from one
Like lil' weez, i got army guns, gimmie 1, ***

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Yo, if you don't like me, *** you, i flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle
I'm uptown, buyin the perk
Lookin cut clean, jeans, moschino designer shirt

Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's jersey
Me and em together is like lil' seymour and big percy

I knew women from high school that picked on me
Now i see em, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like bon jovi
I can work the nightshift like he, brian mobley

Brick city boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, i go in your mouth like botox
Pick up pete rock, ***, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, is the cl smooth? ***

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and

Yo, your style might be parkay, but mine butter
That *** can't break no bread, then why *** her?
I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did i stutter?
I pop the umbilical cord on my mother

I jumped out the womb, i became a whale
That's hard to harpoon, i need more room
The hood love me, so i keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly

Turn the treble out the track and i'll jet
The lines in my rhyme is longer than ikea
I stay on my grind, but when i come up with an idea
The year, is party over here

It's 5 years i disappeared, but i'm back
And tell nino brown and em that i'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin it up, gimmie 1, ***

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4