Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show, artist - JME. Album song Famous?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.05.2010
Record label: Boy Better Know Entertainment
Song language: English
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| Jamie Adenuga that’s me, confessed I’m the best I’m a don, |
| I been shoppin' spendin' P, and I heard lady sing man song, |
| You might see me with President T, dun know, we call him ching chang chon, |
| 'Cause he cuts up rocks with scissors, and makes paper, that’s what big man’s |
| on, |
| Bruv, when I’m out spending cash, I might run into some local scruff, |
| And they start showin' off, true say they don’t see JME on road too tough, |
| On some ediot childish hype, showin' off all they white bone and stuff, |
| Take a look at me rudeboi, you don’t see paper, but I’m holdin nuff, |
| Everywhere I go, |
| I see the same bro’s, |
| They lookin' at me funny, |
| Yeh, there puttin' on a sho-ow, sho-ow |
| No wonder why they make no dough, |
| Area Watford, me and Skeps, |
| Sam an' Ez get searched on the steps, |
| All pat down and a metal detector, |
| Incase mans got a shank in their crepes, |
| Straight downstairs, straight to the bar, |
| No space for order, it’s a par, |
| While I paitiantly wait, one guy always wants to screwface, |
| Ediot, |
| I’m not afraid of him cause I pump up tone up weights in the gym, |
| I don’t know what this guys thinkin', |
| All I know is he’s not blinkin', |
| A girl taps him shoulder, |
| He turns round, smiles, starts drinkin, |
| I don’t understand, there’s bare girls but he’s on some badman ting… |
| Everywhere I go, |
| I see the same bro’s, |
| They lookin' at me funny, |
| Yeh, there puttin' on a sho-ow, sho-ow |
| No wonder why they make no dough, |
| How many people are gonna tell me that JME’s not reppin the ends, |
| Shut ya mouth you stupid speng, |
| I was representin' in year 10, |
| Whinchmore uniform Heat FM, |
| So, I don’t wanna hear no bullshit again, |
| I live on the north of the LDN, |
| But I represent the north and south of the Thames, |
| And the left to the right, |
| Bruv, I represent anyone who has lived the street life, |
| So no-one chat to me, |
| Cause before I Mc’d, |
| No-one used to chat to me, |
| But now you think your a real goon, |
| You ain’t even made one real tune, |
| Shut ya mouth stop lyin' to me, |
| I don’t know who your tryin' to be… |
| Everywhere I go, |
| I see the same bro’s, |
| They lookin' at me funny, |
| Yeh, there puttin' on a sho-ow, sho-ow |
| No wonder why they make no dough, |
| Everywhere I go, |
| I see the same bro’s, |
| They lookin' at me funny, |
| Yeh, there puttin' on a sho-ow, sho-ow |
| No wonder why they make no do-o-ough, |
| Sho-ow, Sho-ow, |
| Sho-ow, Sho-ow, |
| Ya make no Do-ow-ow-ow-ow-ough… |
| Hem Hem, I can’t do it… |