Lirik Lagu Show Me What You Got - Busta Rhymes
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Hoo!Yeah it's another one of them marvelous shitsYeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeahSo remarkable, yeahAs I say it over and over againFrom song to song, yeah, so remarkableHah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
[Verse 1]Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate rawHardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floorWe climb into the back of the fourNonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valorFlava like you never seen it beforeHa, holy, sacred, and pureFlipmode, be on it fo' sureBe incredible to settle the scoreLike a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the doorFrom New York, down to SingaporeKeep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' moreStreet niggas, yeah we speak for the poorNow we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the storeMetaphor like nuclear warI warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jawTake the livest niggas out on a tourMake a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
CHORUS:All my dogs who hustle everydayAll my dogs who hustle everyday nowOwn a store laundrymat around the wayAnd own a store laundrymat around the way nowWe got to get it, YEAH!My niggas, all my niggasShow Me What You Got for me, what you got for meAll my niggas what ya got for meAll my shorties who stay fresh everydayAll my shorties that stay fresh everydayMy get money bitches who still hang around the wayAll my get money bitches that chill around the way nowWe got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...My bitches, all my bitches, c'monTell me what you got for meWhat you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
[Verse 2]Now, yo, we stay packin the toastCould give a fuck, bust at a ghostAnd end up on the front of the postNiggas know that I be rockin the mostFuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coastLet me drug y'all niggas up wit a doseMake you act just like you suppose'Watch a nigga playin me closeNowadays type of dough that we grossI celebrate and throw me a roastAnd get an old face for a hostWe get it hype even when we be calmNiggas know my word is my bondWhen we come you know we the bombHypnotic shit, get you retardedShoulda known it was a bad moveFuckin around and gettin me startedStill whippin in the back of the truckSo what, not givin a fuckIn the streets, livin it upSo what happened to the last nigga bustCould give a fuck whoever he wasThrow them niggas outta the clubsThem niggas all, shit turnin me offTie 'em up, makin 'em coughGag 'em in the throat wit a cloffAfter that we go and wild for the nightMake 'em know the style for the nightCar low, pile for the nightYou know we always give y'all niggas a blazeBlack it out and party for daysLet y'all niggas fuck with the straysFuckin dimes at the end of the daysGettin money but it's too lateGot a nigga stuck in his ways
CHORUS
[Verse 1]Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate rawHardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floorWe climb into the back of the fourNonchalant flavor fo' sure, Timbs wit a aqua valorFlava like you never seen it beforeHa, holy, sacred, and pureFlipmode, be on it fo' sureBe incredible to settle the scoreLike a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the doorFrom New York, down to SingaporeKeep you niggas jumpin' around, had the bitches beggin fo' moreStreet niggas, yeah we speak for the poorNow we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the storeMetaphor like nuclear warI warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I'll leave a crack in your jawTake the livest niggas out on a tourMake a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
CHORUS:All my dogs who hustle everydayAll my dogs who hustle everyday nowOwn a store laundrymat around the wayAnd own a store laundrymat around the way nowWe got to get it, YEAH!My niggas, all my niggasShow Me What You Got for me, what you got for meAll my niggas what ya got for meAll my shorties who stay fresh everydayAll my shorties that stay fresh everydayMy get money bitches who still hang around the wayAll my get money bitches that chill around the way nowWe got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...My bitches, all my bitches, c'monTell me what you got for meWhat you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me
[Verse 2]Now, yo, we stay packin the toastCould give a fuck, bust at a ghostAnd end up on the front of the postNiggas know that I be rockin the mostFuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coastLet me drug y'all niggas up wit a doseMake you act just like you suppose'Watch a nigga playin me closeNowadays type of dough that we grossI celebrate and throw me a roastAnd get an old face for a hostWe get it hype even when we be calmNiggas know my word is my bondWhen we come you know we the bombHypnotic shit, get you retardedShoulda known it was a bad moveFuckin around and gettin me startedStill whippin in the back of the truckSo what, not givin a fuckIn the streets, livin it upSo what happened to the last nigga bustCould give a fuck whoever he wasThrow them niggas outta the clubsThem niggas all, shit turnin me offTie 'em up, makin 'em coughGag 'em in the throat wit a cloffAfter that we go and wild for the nightMake 'em know the style for the nightCar low, pile for the nightYou know we always give y'all niggas a blazeBlack it out and party for daysLet y'all niggas fuck with the straysFuckin dimes at the end of the daysGettin money but it's too lateGot a nigga stuck in his ways
CHORUS
