[Verse 1: Shock G & Money B]
Knick-knack paddy whack, give a groupie a bone
Then after that I give her cab fare home
I can’t stop, I guess I’m not finished yet
You say I’m not the Shock, man
Y’all don’t know me yet?
The piano-player rapper from the Digital set
Put the satin on your girl then I get her all wet
She’s intrigued by the way that I do my thing
(Do what thing?)
I touch her organ with a chord and make it sing
I have the capability to mack at will
Relax, put it all on a bitch to get skrill
(Mon keeps on pimpin’)
I’m never giving ‘em scratch
Smack me? Imagine that
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
Then I’m serving them raw, no publicity stunts
I consider myself better than average
Yo, I rock the mic, but only for cabbage
[Hook]
Cause weesome hustlas
[Verse 2: Humpty Hump, Shock G, Money B, Shock G & Money B]
I need a Subway sandwich
Yes, I want the pan switched
I saw you digging but you didn’t wash your hand, bitch
You gettin’ a five piece, son, you think your dad’s rich?
Fast food generation, grease doing damage
Emcees, you’re not 2Pac
You look tired, go back to selling rocks
‘Cause in the end, do you care about the nameless?
‘Cause if not, you're just a wannabe famous
I’m from the O.A.K. in the Golden State
Making moves like chess, niggas be a mess
Wear a vest 'cause young bucks might run up
For the come up, put two in your stomach
But nevertheless I’m so V.I.P
To those that’s unaware, you can’t fuck with me
Cause M.B stand from Mack a Bitch proper
And the capital M capital O, N-E-Y
Not, let your chick choose, you can’t stop her
No need to get ill, niggas a bust up your grill
There’s two things to check out, the words we sayin’
Plus listen to the MP' playing
The remake, original by Erick Sermon
And the Parrish Smith slow flow
Got the spot burning
Emcees, let me show you how you sound
Look at the money that I’m holding down
I’m rich, I’m rich, MTV'll give you credit
But keep it up and BET'll say forget it!
Knick-knack paddy whack, give a groupie a bone
Then after that I give her cab fare home
I can’t stop, I guess I’m not finished yet
You say I’m not the Shock, man
Y’all don’t know me yet?
The piano-player rapper from the Digital set
Put the satin on your girl then I get her all wet
She’s intrigued by the way that I do my thing
(Do what thing?)
I touch her organ with a chord and make it sing
I have the capability to mack at will
Relax, put it all on a bitch to get skrill
(Mon keeps on pimpin’)
I’m never giving ‘em scratch
Smack me? Imagine that
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
Then I’m serving them raw, no publicity stunts
I consider myself better than average
Yo, I rock the mic, but only for cabbage
[Hook]
Cause weesome hustlas
[Verse 2: Humpty Hump, Shock G, Money B, Shock G & Money B]
I need a Subway sandwich
Yes, I want the pan switched
I saw you digging but you didn’t wash your hand, bitch
You gettin’ a five piece, son, you think your dad’s rich?
Fast food generation, grease doing damage
Emcees, you’re not 2Pac
You look tired, go back to selling rocks
‘Cause in the end, do you care about the nameless?
‘Cause if not, you're just a wannabe famous
I’m from the O.A.K. in the Golden State
Making moves like chess, niggas be a mess
Wear a vest 'cause young bucks might run up
For the come up, put two in your stomach
But nevertheless I’m so V.I.P
To those that’s unaware, you can’t fuck with me
Cause M.B stand from Mack a Bitch proper
And the capital M capital O, N-E-Y
Not, let your chick choose, you can’t stop her
No need to get ill, niggas a bust up your grill
There’s two things to check out, the words we sayin’
Plus listen to the MP' playing
The remake, original by Erick Sermon
And the Parrish Smith slow flow
Got the spot burning
Emcees, let me show you how you sound
Look at the money that I’m holding down
I’m rich, I’m rich, MTV'll give you credit
But keep it up and BET'll say forget it!
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