Print

Show em what ya got Show em what ya got Sh-Show em what ya got Hey yo show em what ya got Cuz shit is gettin hot Show em what you got Cuz shit is gettin hot Hey yo show em what you got Cuz shit is gettin hot Show em what you got... Somebody's getting on my nerves (x4) Show em what you got Somebody's getting on my nerves (x3) Forget that you're a lady and give em what they deserve Now I got this real phat attitude because of all the hype Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get beat down Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row So you better check my record, better yet, bum My name is super for a record, check my platinum album It's not meant for you to do You even sound wack when you try to check the mic (one, two, one, two) But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes tryin' to get new? You don't work like the two to make hip hop So you can talk until your big suckin lips pop SongtexteThe next time you try to play me you might catch a fist to the nose, ho So there you go You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed (Yo, me and my man was with Pepa last night, yo...) Nigga please You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat Your little jimmy can't even hold your zipper back Why don't you tell the story right, man? The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand You rolled up on me in your man's Beemer And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer You put the window down tryin' to act real slick And started smilin like a hooker with a bag of tricks You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped But it was Dial-A-Date 1 900 CHUMP So why you runnin round town playin Jeopardy? Get off my bra strap, boy, stop sweatin' me Somebody's gettin on my nerves Somebody's gettin on my nerves Somebody's gettin on my nerves Forget that you're a lady, and give em what they deserve Give em what they deserve Give em what they deserve Give em what they deserve Forget that you're a lady, and give em what they deserve Now somebody's gettin on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy It never fails to amaze me How people never miss a posset and just believe the gossip Instead of finding out the truth of what's up It's got my nostrils flairin' I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing Cuz every time I meet a guy that's got it goin' on One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy Or he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of money Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hell So breakin' up the code because I'm someone's ?? I've got enough problems of my own To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone Aus Songtexte Mania