[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*}
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!*}
