Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Show Me What You Got , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Show Me What You Got |
| Hoo! |
| Yeah it’s another one of them marvelous shits |
| Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah |
| So remarkable, yeah |
| As I say it over and over again |
| From song to song, yeah, so remarkable |
| Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable |
| Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw |
| Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor |
| We climb into the back of the four |
| Nonchalant flavor fo’sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor |
| Flava like you never seen it before |
| Ha, holy, sacred, and pure |
| Flipmode, be on it fo’sure |
| Be incredible to settle the score |
| Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door |
| From New York, down to Singapore |
| Keep you niggas jumpin’around, had the bitches beggin fo’more |
| Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor |
| Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store |
| Metaphor like nuclear war |
| I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I’ll leave a crack in your jaw |
| Take the livest niggas out on a tour |
| Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door |
| All my dogs who hustle everyday |
| All my dogs who hustle everyday now |
| Own a store laundrymat around the way |
| And own a store laundrymat around the way now |
| We got to get it, YEAH! |
| My niggas, all my niggas |
| Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday |
| All my shorties that stay fresh everyday |
| My get money bitches who still hang around the way |
| All my get money bitches that chill around the way now |
| We got to get it, YEAH! |
| We gotta… |
| My bitches, all my bitches, c’mon |
| Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me Now, yo, we stay packin the toast |
| Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost |
| And end up on the front of the post |
| Niggas know that I be rockin the most |
| Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast |
| Let me drug y’all niggas up wit a dose |
| Make you act just like you suppose' |
| Watch a nigga playin me close |
| Nowadays type of dough that we gross |
| I celebrate and throw me a roast |
| And get an old face for a host |
| We get it hype even when we be calm |
| Niggas know my word is my bond |
| When we come you know we the bomb |
| Hypnotic shit, get you retarded |
| Shoulda known it was a bad move |
| Fuckin around and gettin me started |
| Still whippin in the back of the truck |
| So what, not givin a fuck |
| In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last nigga bust |
| Could give a fuck whoever he was |
| Throw them niggas outta the clubs |
| Them niggas all, shit turnin me off |
| Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough |
| Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff |
| After that we go and wild for the night |
| Make 'em know the style for the night |
| Car low, pile for the night |
| You know we always give y’all niggas a blaze |
| Black it out and party for days |
| Let y’all niggas fuck with the strays |
| Fuckin dimes at the end of the days |
| Gettin money but it’s too late |
| Got a nigga stuck in his ways |