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[Money B] Okay ni-ggas, and ba-bettes I hope you ready for this one, cause I am Money B Coolin in the house with the Piano Man, yaknowhatI'msayin? And we bout to get busy, like thiiis, check it out! Tinkle tinkle tinkle, plinkle plinkle plink This groove moves me, but whattayou think it takes to make a hip-hop masterpiece, well if has at least a break with a shuffle, Money B will bust a couple of fly funky phrases, cause my rhymes get praises Even add the flavor with the {*scratch*} because it pays It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie from the baggy pants you're wearin, excuse me for starin You've got a very nice rear I hope you don't mind sharin A minute to get to know me, I'm sure you will adore me So walk and talk with me cause every freckle has a story I'm showin that this is, fact and not fictitious Lend me your ear, ba-bay, cause I'm your poetry man I make it alright, youknowhatI'msayin? I'll be your guidin light your superstar but only if you let me be him So while you think it over I'll be rockin to the P.M. [DJ Fuse scratches: "Yo Piano Man", "rock rock on"] [Shock G, a.k.a. the Piano Man, does his keyboard thang] Songtexte Well like I said I'm a poet like a painter with a palette of styles, ahhhhh, which one shall it be? A def freestyle? I'm not dissin This one's for partyin, word to your guardian So be it moms, pops, or your grannie I'm non-stoppin and clockin, crazy fanny So hand me, nuff respect, cause it's a must have Cause I can bust ass, cut you like a mustache Put you in the headlock, send your butt to Bedrock Yabba-dabba-dooin, so I suggest you don't be screwin around with this you thought you was gonna be down with this? When donkeys fly, guy I'm the type of person that your mama always wanted you to be MC M-O-N-E-Y dash B see It's a crime to hear your rhyme you thought worthwhile but yo, you got a style like Private Pyle Surprise surprise surprise, Gomer Like Canseco, I take no, and still be hittin homers Especially when the pitch of the key, as bein thrown to me hittin the spot and it rocks'n'rolls and yo Hob Keynote has gotta be the Piano Man [DJ Fuse scratches: "Yo Piano Man", "rock rock on"] [Shock G, a.k.a. the Piano Man, does his keyboard thang] Take me to the bridge, but don't cross-over! [Fuse scratches, Shock G keeps rockin the ivories] The Piano Man, abbreviated it's the P.M. And when he plays, believe me that's what you'll say when you see him Operatin on the ebonies and ivories beside me pride No lie I kid you not the man is live, G He receives me like a huge gulp of Gatorade He rips it up and later on gets paid So make the most of this, cut yourself a piece of the rug And grab a cutie, and grab the booty, real slow Because, I know you can I know you can can yes you can can oh why can't you? It's easy to dance to the P.M. not a wax museum, so stop posin If you're frozen, he'll break the ice cause he's nice And twice, the fun when Money Fuse get loose Pourin it on like a bucket of gin and orange juice Raw Fusion, puttin the Piano Man on display And this is the way he gets loose [time for more Piano Man flava funk] And while the Piano Man is wreckin it, I want y'all to check it Ronice, take us home sweetie [while he plays, she sings "Piano Man play your thing" and ad libs] [eventually Fuse joins in for some scratching] [this goes on 'til it's over at seven minutes, two seconds - FUNKY!] Aus Songtexte Mania