Lirik Lagu Gimme What U Got - St. Lunatics
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I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt PoloGortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger thoughStarched up, hit the AmacoBought a Philly, sparked upLunatics'll blow the park upOoh this herb, got me geekin like a nerdF what you heard, federal roll like a birdYou were, actin funny when you first saw meNow, I'm makin jams have you bein like go LeeHell nah trick, I'm picky nowI'm spiffy now, smoke sticky nowHit the door at the club Yella, Grip and LuvMet me with a dub, was it fire playa, whatStraight to the bar, got a Henny and CokeAin't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notesCould it be the way I get down, the way I throw downI don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure.
Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for yearsAnd we got dibs, irritatin my earsIs this the best that you can make?But if not, then you got more, I'll waitBut don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floorWhere they put somethin smooth onTurn up the bass, it's better when it's loud'Cause I like to rule the crowd.
Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-treI'm lookin sporty, you fools know meNo way, am I goin out like a busterOnce I'm in last long like a wrestlerGivin out degrees for that P.H.Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch??? real soon, uhLike soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the roomGet your own pop, piece to doom (?)Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloonPosition is assumed, I'm the Tic, the TuneLeavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoonCats waste ink, they don't take time to thinkActin hard like they shit don't stinkKnowin they stench like the rinkTrue color be pink, rinky dinkBig Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that...
See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffeeSoftly is how I speak to them punks who come actin saltyThen Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farmI heard you was on my tail now you yellin Nelly, you lost 'emFool, my click is off the hook like O.J.Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-playRun and ask your ladySmokin hay-hay-haaayI bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'allBe that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape yaTape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbageMakin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ahTryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up??? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpireTo sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ahLunatic for hurrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that...
Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for yearsAnd we got dibs, irritatin my earsIs this the best that you can make?But if not, then you got more, I'll waitBut don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floorWhere they put somethin smooth onTurn up the bass, it's better when it's loud'Cause I like to rule the crowd.
Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-treI'm lookin sporty, you fools know meNo way, am I goin out like a busterOnce I'm in last long like a wrestlerGivin out degrees for that P.H.Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch??? real soon, uhLike soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the roomGet your own pop, piece to doom (?)Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloonPosition is assumed, I'm the Tic, the TuneLeavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoonCats waste ink, they don't take time to thinkActin hard like they shit don't stinkKnowin they stench like the rinkTrue color be pink, rinky dinkBig Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that...
See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffeeSoftly is how I speak to them punks who come actin saltyThen Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farmI heard you was on my tail now you yellin Nelly, you lost 'emFool, my click is off the hook like O.J.Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-playRun and ask your ladySmokin hay-hay-haaayI bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'allBe that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape yaTape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbageMakin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ahTryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up??? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpireTo sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ahLunatic for hurrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that...
