Knick Knack Patty Wack

Song	Knick Knack Patty Wack
Artist	EPMD
Album	Unfinished Business

Lyrics

	作词 : Sermon, Smith
	Yo, and special guests on my show
	is the K
	[K-Solo]
	To the S to the O-L-O
	[Parrish Smith]
	And me, the capital D, the O to C
	The a.k.a., the P the M the D
	[Erick Sermon]
	And me, the E to the D to the O
	to the U to the B to the L to the E
	[K-Solo]
	It's time P
	[Parrish Smith]
	To rip the M the I to C
	[Erick Sermon]
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	K-Solo
	[yo]
	I pass P the microphone
	[Parrish Smith]
	Nah black
	[why P?]
	to each his own
	So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
	Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone
	[Erick Sermon]
	It's me, yes the MC Grand Royal
	who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
	I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
	You dwell on the other crab MC's that fell
	apart from the start, that didn't know the art
	of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin
	But it's me, I know the way it should be
	The flow slow, like me and PMD
	And that black, will make you real fat
	A real swinger, and a real cool cat
	like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
	Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordy
	here's a tip, to show you how to rip
	a crab in half, and watch his posse flip
	So me, the E, I come equipped
	Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip
	So listen, to this funky fresh lesson
	The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	PMD
	[yo]
	I pass Solo the microphone
	[K-Solo]
	Yo I pass
	[why Solo?]
	to each his own
	Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	Yo, I pass P the microphone
	[Parrish Smith]
	As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
	I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air
	because the older I get, the harder I kick
	Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick
	of my Bic oh shit another MC's lit
	like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip
	Cause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaks
	All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks
	Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
	but the buck stops here, cause I'ma let you know
	No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo
	Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
	a sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's
	You roll with the good times, we like to roll with Rush
	I drive a 'Ratti
	[I drives a Benz]
	you ride the bus
	So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up
	And in the act of war, P refuse to let up
	On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever
	in any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather
	always flock together
	So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
	K-Solo, I pass E the microphone
	[Erick Sermon]
	I pass
	[why E? To each his own]
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone
	[K-Solo]
	Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
	Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
	Maestro though, releases beats for me
	So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily
	People, gather round listen to flow
	Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo
	Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain
	Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came
	to so many places, other rappers faces
	that called theirself Solo, I made em erase it
	I'm Solo, no name lender or pretender
	Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contender
	Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly
	Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli
	I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck
	A rapper said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
	My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"
	Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew
	They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact
	Yo PMD tell em
	[damn you shouldn'ta did that]
	Now for the record, what do I stand for
	One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause
	Give me a break my brother
	My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others
	My name's no game for those who claim to use my name
	in vain cause their name sounds plain
	I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo
	The name of the game is for the real Solo to explain
	I don't know was where you ran or came
	I know your vein I hate your name
	You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane
	That walk around puddles, snow and the rain
	With a cane, nothin to gain but shame
	And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed
	The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
	K-S-O-L-O to blame
	When I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L
	People all out there can T-E-L-L
	Rhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-L
	For those who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L
	I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
	Like a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y
	Don't even T-O-Y to be dat's why
	L-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-E
	I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate
	Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties sway
	People, I won't take any kind of losses
	Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
	Like household utensils, kitchen appliances...

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Sermon, Smith
	Yo, and special guests on my show
	is the K
	KSolo
	To the S to the OLO
	Parrish Smith
	And me, the capital D, the O to C
	The a. k. a., the P the M the D
	Erick Sermon
	And me, the E to the D to the O
	to the U to the B to the L to the E
	KSolo
	It' s time P
	Parrish Smith
	To rip the M the I to C
	Erick Sermon
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	KSolo
	yo
	I pass P the microphone
	Parrish Smith
	Nah black
	why P?
	to each his own
	So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
	Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone
	Erick Sermon
	It' s me, yes the MC Grand Royal
	who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
	I can' t tell, you ain' t caught up in my spell
	You dwell on the other crab MC' s that fell
	apart from the start, that didn' t know the art
	of rappin, to keep the people' s hands clappin
	But it' s me, I know the way it should be
	The flow slow, like me and PMD
	And that black, will make you real fat
	A real swinger, and a real cool cat
	like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
	Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordy
	here' s a tip, to show you how to rip
	a crab in half, and watch his posse flip
	So me, the E, I come equipped
	Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip
	So listen, to this funky fresh lesson
	The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	PMD
	yo
	I pass Solo the microphone
	KSolo
	Yo I pass
	why Solo?
	to each his own
	Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	Yo, I pass P the microphone
	Parrish Smith
	As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
	I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air
	because the older I get, the harder I kick
	Usin my rapfu style from a rapfu flick
	of my Bic oh shit another MC' s lit
	like a JackoLantern, on the Halloween tip
	Cause as the bass thumps, nbsp? nbsp? meters peaks
	All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks
	Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
	but the buck stops here, cause I' ma let you know
	No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo
	Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
	a sucker new jack, with no if' s and' s or but' s
	You roll with the good times, we like to roll with Rush
	I drive a ' Ratti
	I drives a Benz
	you ride the bus
	So get out the mustard crab, because it' s time to catchup
	And in the act of war, P refuse to let up
	On a gonnabe, wannabe, soontobe, whatever' s clever
	in any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather
	always flock together
	So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
	KSolo, I pass E the microphone
	Erick Sermon
	I pass
	why E? To each his own
	So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
	Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone
	KSolo
	Yo, my style' s aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
	Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
	Maestro though, releases beats for me
	So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily
	People, gather round listen to flow
	Yo, so I can prove, that I' m the true Solo
	Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain
	Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came
	to so many places, other rappers faces
	that called theirself Solo, I made em erase it
	I' m Solo, no name lender or pretender
	Yo, I am the Solo the only solo contender
	Duck MC' s, grab my name and bit it boldly
	Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli
	I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck
	A rapper said he went Solo, I said, " What the FUCK??!"
	My man came over, and said, " Yo, I thought we heard you"
	Joke' s on you you heard a bitin ass crew
	They bit my name, I want it back, and it' s a fact
	Yo PMD tell em
	damn you shouldn' ta did that
	Now for the record, what do I stand for
	One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause
	Give me a break my brother
	My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others
	My name' s no game for those who claim to use my name
	in vain cause their name sounds plain
	I remain the same, my flow of style won' t change yo
	The name of the game is for the real Solo to explain
	I don' t know was where you ran or came
	I know your vein I hate your name
	You' re ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane
	That walk around puddles, snow and the rain
	With a cane, nothin to gain but shame
	And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme' ll get em tamed
	The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
	KSOLO to blame
	When I SPE, LL, very WE, LL
	People all out there can TELL
	Rhymes that I got, or write will SELL
	For those who don' t believe me, can go to HELL
	I' m from CI, LI, FLY
	Like a BRID, in the SKY
	Don' t even TOY to be dat' s why
	LINE' s belong to MINE
	I' m makin veche, some rappers imitate
	Yo f ck it, Solo here' s to make parties sway
	People, I won' t take any kind of losses
	Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
	Like household utensils, kitchen appliances...