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Tytuł: Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves

  • Wykonawca: Salt N Pepa
  • Wy¶wietleń: 288
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
  Show 'em what ya got
  Show-show 'em what ya got
  Show 'em what ya got
  
  Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Show-show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Show 'em what ya got...
  
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Somebody'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 nerves
  Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
  
  Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
  Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic
  So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get beat down
  Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
  I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row
  So you better check my record, better yet, bum
  My name is super for a record, check my platinum album
  It's not meant for you to do
  You 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-hop
  So you can talk until your big, suckin' lips pop
  The next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the nose, ho
  So 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, please
  You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat
  Your little jimmy can't even hold your zipper back
  Why don't you tell the story right, man?
  The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand
  You rolled up on me in your man's Beemer
  And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer
  You put the window down tryin' to act real slick
  And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks
  You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold
  Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old
  I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped
  But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-CHUMP
  So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
  Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
  
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
  Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
  
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
  
  Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy
  It never fails to amaze me
  How people never miss a possip and just believe the gossip
  Instead of finding out the truth of what's up
  It's got my nostrils flairin'
  I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing
  Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' on
  One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong
  If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy
  Or he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of money
  Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hell
  So breakin' up the code because I'm someone's ??
  I've got enough problems of my own
  To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
  
  Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Show-show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Show 'em what ya got
  Cuz shit is gettin' hot
  Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
  Cuz 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 nerves
  Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
  
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Give 'em what they deserve
  Forget 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...