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Lirik Lagu Show Em What They Won - St. Lunatics

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(Ali)Yeah, yeah, check, checkSee I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advanceCash in on the casual, actual, factual planMakin a killin man, went from that to makin a livinRightous willin, the only thing supreme swimminAnd proceed, to not smoke weed around the seedIt's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T'sI dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chainRan in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folksKeep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandleYou the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandelsKeep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in meBall wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' meFall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellinIt's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)Uh, uh, uh, uhWhat's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it downIt's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' roundsIt's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' poundsIt's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in townI'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the yearGQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)(That's gotta be illegal, Bob!)I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shitMetal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shitWitnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit""Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick"Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rulesPeep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoesI'm like the heir to the throneMe and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phoneTell 'em "go'on"<