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...)