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...] 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` around 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 possip 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 ev`rytime 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
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
(Show-show `em what ya got) Somebody`s gettin` on my nerves
(Show `em what ya got) 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
(Show `em what ya got) Give `em what they deserve
(Show `em what ya got) Give `em what they deserve
(Show `em what ya got) Give `em what they deserve
(Show-show `em what ya got) Give `em what they deserve...
