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Correct Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves Lyrics
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Correct Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves
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[Pre-Hook] Ey, yo, show 'em what ya got Show 'em what ya got Show-show 'em what ya got Show 'em what ya got Ey, yo, show 'em what ya got Cuz shit is gettin' hot Show-show 'em what ya got Cause shit is gettin' hot Show 'em what ya got Cause shit is gettin' hot Ey, yo, show 'em what ya got Cause shit is gettin' hot Show 'em what ya got... [Hook] 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 [Hook] 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 someone's getting jealous I've got enough problems of my own To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone [Pre-Hook] [Hook] 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...
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