Lirik Lagu Steal Da Show - Nelly F/ St. Lunatics
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(City Spud)Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the dealI'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame niggaNow I push a Range nigga, you know the name niggaPeep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain niggaAnd if I got beef I let the whole world know itSo if you got beef let the whole world know itYaun take it to the streets let the whole world know itIt's the chance for your big career, don't blow itOr get it blown from the top gun niggaI ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone niggaDissin my crew you catch hot onesI'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot gunsI'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly missesWhile you niggas at the crib tryna' find missesYo I'm gettin head from the Mexican dime bitchesThem niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches
(Murphey Lee)A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boyThe civilized jewel boyI got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whoresFor equality, vocal and wallabiesI smoke la like it got me boomin like bad-a-bingRap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum onActually I get hummed onHoes tongues be on my dong donglong, head at night, head in the mornLunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songsCats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin onFolks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya homeCheck the background, St. Louis clown from the U-TownFourteen, pimp of the year like Dru DownSame crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loudHoes be pretendin always sayin they too proudIf I ruled the world, I do nowMe and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd
(Hook - Lunatics) 2xCall the cops, I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you from?)From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
(Ali)I rip grass and smash, with a 44 magThis nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crashNigga hurt 'em bad, you heard him laughTalkin trash 'bout whoopin my assI never let a nigga do that, who thatGet his brains blew back with a new gatYellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through thatAnd I didn't have to get my whole team just to do thatIn a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl KaniAn iced out ring just to score on your eyeHard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victoryCats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weakWe be , Jackie Frost,Danny Terrio, shows to the MotorolaMoney hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dogWhat you holdin, I'm paid, so controllin y'allYiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be nextTo rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects
(Keyaun)Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cakeI got moves to make, transactions to handshakesDrugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapesFunerals and wakes caused by greed and hateA snake is still a snake no matter the size or shapeThose that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lakeCome off the chain my main, you tied to the gateFirst you caught a case, second you caught the babesThird, you caught me with your date, that was no mistakeGood things come to those who waitSo if you waitin on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be lateIn your house with your spouse I'm doin the nastyI'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtraysBranson and hashy, and wrap somethinAnd burn the place, ya heard me
(Nelly)Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slowIn the back door, infrared lowTell me somethin that I don't already knowLike, which one of these closets contain cash flowGot three little problems I just thought you should knowPeep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoesAnything other than satisfaction gon' blowHeard through the grapevine you lookin for meCouldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin from meShook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"Back the car up, pop the trunk nowCan ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this townThat ass scream "nine-second-five right here"Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"
(Hook) 1 1/2x
(Murphey Lee)A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boyThe civilized jewel boyI got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whoresFor equality, vocal and wallabiesI smoke la like it got me boomin like bad-a-bingRap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum onActually I get hummed onHoes tongues be on my dong donglong, head at night, head in the mornLunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songsCats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin onFolks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya homeCheck the background, St. Louis clown from the U-TownFourteen, pimp of the year like Dru DownSame crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loudHoes be pretendin always sayin they too proudIf I ruled the world, I do nowMe and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd
(Hook - Lunatics) 2xCall the cops, I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you from?)From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
(Ali)I rip grass and smash, with a 44 magThis nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crashNigga hurt 'em bad, you heard him laughTalkin trash 'bout whoopin my assI never let a nigga do that, who thatGet his brains blew back with a new gatYellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through thatAnd I didn't have to get my whole team just to do thatIn a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl KaniAn iced out ring just to score on your eyeHard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victoryCats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weakWe be , Jackie Frost,Danny Terrio, shows to the MotorolaMoney hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dogWhat you holdin, I'm paid, so controllin y'allYiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be nextTo rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects
(Keyaun)Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cakeI got moves to make, transactions to handshakesDrugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapesFunerals and wakes caused by greed and hateA snake is still a snake no matter the size or shapeThose that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lakeCome off the chain my main, you tied to the gateFirst you caught a case, second you caught the babesThird, you caught me with your date, that was no mistakeGood things come to those who waitSo if you waitin on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be lateIn your house with your spouse I'm doin the nastyI'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtraysBranson and hashy, and wrap somethinAnd burn the place, ya heard me
(Nelly)Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slowIn the back door, infrared lowTell me somethin that I don't already knowLike, which one of these closets contain cash flowGot three little problems I just thought you should knowPeep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoesAnything other than satisfaction gon' blowHeard through the grapevine you lookin for meCouldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin from meShook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing"Back the car up, pop the trunk nowCan ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this townThat ass scream "nine-second-five right here"Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"
(Hook) 1 1/2x
