| Lyrics: | Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
Show 'em what ya got
Show-show 'em what ya got
Show 'em
what ya got
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em
what ya got
Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya got
Cuz shit is gettin'
hot
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
Cuz shit is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya
got...
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's
gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's
gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show-show 'em
what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they
deserve
Now I've 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
The 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...) |
