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...


Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Somebodys gettin on my nerves


(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves

(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves

(show-show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves

Forget that youre a lady, and give em what they deserve


Now Ive 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

Its not meant for you to do

You even sound wack when you try to check the mic (one, two, one, two)

But wait Im not through, how you livin sayin old rhymes tryin to get new?

You dont 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 couldnt hump me if my first name was cooty cat

Your little jimmy cant even hold your zipper back

Why dont 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 mans 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 youd 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


Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Somebodys gettin on my nerves

Forget that youre 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 youre a lady, and give em what they deserve


Now somebodys gettin on my nerves, and Im 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 whats up

Its got my nostrils flairin

Id be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing

Cuz evrytime I meet a guy thats got it goin on

One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something thats wrong

If hes not drivin a benz or beemer then hes bummy

Or hes sellin buddah if hes got plenty of money

Now ask me why, I dont know why or well or what the hell

So breakin up the code because Im someones ? ? ?

Ive got enough problems of my own

To sit up on the phone talkin about on who hes 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) somebodys gettin on my nerves

(show-show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves

(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves

Forget that youre 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 youre 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...