Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gimme, artist - Beck. Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Song language: English
Gimme |
| Here we go here we go |
| Give me a girl, if not, I’ll still pull it |
| Gimme a tek 9 millimeter, full 'em bullets |
| Gimme like eight quarters for every buck |
| Gimme three feet I swing too 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 in 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 guidelines, gimme my toast |
| You pronounce tomatoes, I pronounce tomahtoes |
| Yo, black, that’s my cheese, don’t touch, it’s nachos |
| I’m a dog every day, I taste el gatos (that's riiiiiight!) |
| 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 a reason to shut your mouth, my fist’ll caulk it |
| What ya got? |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| Well, welcome me back like my man Kotter |
| If not, I’ll leave ya flat broke with nada |
| 'Cause I gotta keep my style flexin' like aerobic |
| Gimme elbow room, I’m crazily claustrophobic |
| 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 a capella |
| I’m the yellow maraca medium brown tone |
| I do what I feel 'cause, child, I’m grown |
| Gimme no cologne, I rock oils |
| Gimme a lot of looten, I still won’t straighten my nappy coils |
| You won’t gimme a lot of loot? |
| (What!?) |
| I’ll give ya a lot of lumps |
| My fist’ll graze ya and give ya razor bumps |
| Never did like chumps |
| The grumpy man comes 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 curry |
| Playa, trade it to me, yes, you should worry — a lot |
| What ya got? |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| I’m like the IRS ready to tax someone |
| So when you see me comin', come and dread |
| 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-tatta 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 day is plain |
| 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 |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| (Give it here!) |
| The whole shebang |
| …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! |