Lirik Lagu Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves - Salt N Pepa
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Heyyoshow 'em what ya gotShow 'em what ya gotShow show 'em what ya gotShow 'em what ya got
Heyyoshow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotHeyyoshow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya got...
Somebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody'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 nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hypeJealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the micSo test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get beat downNow Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man knowI got him screamin' like a hooker in the front rowSo you better check my record, better yet, bumMy name is super for a record, check my platinum albumIt's not meant for you to doYou 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-hopSo you can talk until your big, suckin' lips popThe next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the nose, hoSo 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, pleaseYou couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty CatYour little jimmy can't even hold your zipper backWhy don't you tell the story right, man?The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right handYou rolled up on me in your man's BeemerAnd I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamerYou put the window down tryin' to act real slickAnd started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricksYou stuck your hand out the window trying to show me goldYour forty-second street Rolex was kinda oldI wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humpedBut it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-CHUMPSo why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
Somebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazyIt never fails to amaze meHow people never miss a possip and just believe the gossipInstead of finding out the truth of what's upIt's got my nostrils flairin'I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearingCuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' onOne of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrongIf he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummyOr he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of moneyNow ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hellSo breakin' up the code because I'm someone's ???I've got enough problems of my ownTo sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow-show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotHey, yo, show 'em what ya gotCuz 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 nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveForget 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...
Heyyoshow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotHeyyoshow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya got...
Somebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody'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 nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hypeJealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the micSo test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get beat downNow Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man knowI got him screamin' like a hooker in the front rowSo you better check my record, better yet, bumMy name is super for a record, check my platinum albumIt's not meant for you to doYou 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-hopSo you can talk until your big, suckin' lips popThe next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the nose, hoSo 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, pleaseYou couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty CatYour little jimmy can't even hold your zipper backWhy don't you tell the story right, man?The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right handYou rolled up on me in your man's BeemerAnd I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamerYou put the window down tryin' to act real slickAnd started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricksYou stuck your hand out the window trying to show me goldYour forty-second street Rolex was kinda oldI wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humpedBut it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-CHUMPSo why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
Somebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesSomebody's gettin' on my nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazyIt never fails to amaze meHow people never miss a possip and just believe the gossipInstead of finding out the truth of what's upIt's got my nostrils flairin'I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearingCuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' onOne of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrongIf he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummyOr he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of moneyNow ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hellSo breakin' up the code because I'm someone's ???I've got enough problems of my ownTo sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow-show 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotShow 'em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin' hotHey, yo, show 'em what ya gotCuz 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 nervesForget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveGive 'em what they deserveForget 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...
