Gimme Dat Lyrics

Hi, hello, whassup, and what's happenin? I am known as the teacher in rappin Some need slappin, cause what they're sayin is wack and weak and - wait, let me speak (Woy) Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that (Woy) yang-yang, or you'll be down with the chain gang (Woy) Draggin your feet, to a beat produced by BDP (Woy) One of the many, from the library (Woy) I teach HIP-HOP for a living So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin KRS-One two three four, encore I'm not a freshman, sophomore, and further more (Woy) I graduated from the school of no shorts to the world of rappin I brought "That's it, that's all, single, no more, no less" That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy) Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy) When I created the style, they studied every single week (Woy) Now you come in my face like you're rulin? (Woy) But I'm teacher boy, who you foolin! See there's no defense against common sense confidence, intelligence or excellence Intense, but here's the difference KRS-One does NOT mean ignorance Try obediance, magnificence As a reference, STOP THE VIOLENCE Criminal Minded, Poetry, and Jimmy Hats Is that your title? GIMME DAT! (WOY) (Woy) (Woy) (Woy) Now let's take it back a little bit (Woy, Woy) (Woy) (Woy) You can't test BDP boy (Woy) So bust this down (Woy, Woy) While I got your attention I feel like just lettin off two or three lyric then steppin JETTIN, gettin the respect of a teacher My name is Kris, 23, glad to meet ya BDP +is+ the number one set I don't DROP science, I teach it, correct! Some get caught in my style like a net They can't get out, so I treat em like a pet Sit boy, down boy, don't bite me yet I bet you're kind of hungry, here's a CalCan, step Cause I've got no time to hold your hand I just SLAM, so you can understand who I am (Woy) The teacher, professor, scholar makin dollars (Woy) The trainer, entertainer, makin ya holla (Woy) The numero uno, number one, the best perfectionist (Woy) Crazy, fresh KRS (Woy, Woy) So GIMME DAT!