Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves, artist - Salt-N-Pepa. Album song Very Necessary, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 11.10.1993
Record label: A Mercury Records release;
Song language: English
Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves |
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… |