"Show Me What You Got" lyrics
Huh!
Yeah, it's another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, heh (Yeah) Busta Rhymes shit (Yeah)
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it (Yeah) over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable (Hah)
Heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
Reclinin' in the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor for sure, Timbs with a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Hah, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it for sure
The incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole of the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin' for more
Street niggas, yeah, we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore
When we shop, buy out the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off and brawl
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now)
And own a store laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (Gotta)
My niggas (All my niggas)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my niggas, what ya got for me)
All my shorties (Hah) who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
(All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (We gotta)
My bitches (All my bitches, c'mon)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the Post
Niggas know that I be rockin' the most
Fuckin' Ethiopian bitches, livin' in the Ivory Coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up with a dose
Make you act just like you supposed
Watch a nigga playin' me close
Nowadays, type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get a known face for a host
We get it hype, even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come, you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin' around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck, so what?
Not givin' a fuck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last nigga, Bust?
Could give a fuck, whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas off, shit turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat with a cloth
After that we go and wild for the night
Niggas know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin' dimes at the end of the days
Gettin' money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now, yeah)
And own a store, laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (We gotta) (Yeah!)
My niggas (All my niggas, now)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my niggas what ya got for me, yeah)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
(All my get money bitches that hang around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah) (We gotta, hah)
My bitches (All my bitches, now)
Tell me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me, now, tell me)
Yeah, it's another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, heh (Yeah) Busta Rhymes shit (Yeah)
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it (Yeah) over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable (Hah)
Heh, yeah, so remarkable
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
Reclinin' in the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor for sure, Timbs with a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Hah, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it for sure
The incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole of the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin' for more
Street niggas, yeah, we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore
When we shop, buy out the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit'll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off and brawl
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now)
And own a store laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (Gotta)
My niggas (All my niggas)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my niggas, what ya got for me)
All my shorties (Hah) who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
(All my get money bitches that chill around the way now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah!) (We gotta)
My bitches (All my bitches, c'mon)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now, yo, we stay packin' the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the Post
Niggas know that I be rockin' the most
Fuckin' Ethiopian bitches, livin' in the Ivory Coast
Let me drug y'all niggas up with a dose
Make you act just like you supposed
Watch a nigga playin' me close
Nowadays, type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get a known face for a host
We get it hype, even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come, you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin' around and gettin' me started
Still whippin' in the back of the truck, so what?
Not givin' a fuck
In the streets, livin' it up
So what happened to the last nigga, Bust?
Could give a fuck, whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas off, shit turnin' me off
Tie 'em up, makin' 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat with a cloth
After that we go and wild for the night
Niggas know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y'all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin' dimes at the end of the days
Gettin' money but it's too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways
All my dogs who hustle every day
(All my dogs who hustle every day, now, yeah)
And own a store, laundromat around the way
(And own a store, laundromat around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (We gotta) (Yeah!)
My niggas (All my niggas, now)
Show me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my niggas what ya got for me, yeah)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
All my shorties who stay fresh every day
(All my shorties that stay fresh every day, yeah)
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
(All my get money bitches that hang around the way, now, yeah)
We got to get it (Yeah) (We gotta, hah)
My bitches (All my bitches, now)
Tell me what you got for me
(What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me, now, tell me)
