Текст (слова) песни: Nelly - Show em What They Won

(ali)

Yeah, yeah, check, check

See I aint about playin, leezy bout cash in advance

Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan

Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin

Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin

And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed

Its the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off ts

I dwell on off how yall plan makin mo money, so I had to buy a fly chain

Ran in this game, dirt broke, now its mtv with kurt lod

With the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks

Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle

You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels

Keep the God in me, the hova ja knew allah in me

Ball wit me, dont tell em who saw when bout to squall wit me

Fall wit me, this pure mic dope Im sellin

Its the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"

(nelly)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Whats it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down

Its like a shootout and you the only nigga wit rounds

Its like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit pounds

Its like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town

Im like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year

Gq style ma, let me put a bug in your err (ear)

Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)

Have em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? )

(thats gotta be illegal, bob!)

I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit

Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit

Witnessess, "i aint seen em, they had masks and shit"

"whoever it was, was in a rush cause they was fast and quick"

Oh, Im just a playa, mo, these aint my rules

Peep game, Im wearin jordans, summer these my shoes

Im like the heir to the throne

Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone

Tell em "goon"

(chorus)

Show em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob

Show em what they won, alize, mo, crissy or ale, bob

Show em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob

Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who

Show em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob

Show em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob

Show em what they won, leavin they mamas feelins hurt, bob

Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who

Show em what they won

(kyjuan)

Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done

Keep huns screamin "keyjuan-na-na"

On the block I rule like ja, in the sun like wa

Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob

See Im a ruger shooter, dont make me have to do ya

Boo-ya, you see what lunaticsll do to ya

Tip-? ? ? pursuer, get er in a room and do er

First cat out the lou that you knew that

Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants

Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands

This man, he keeps it real sweet

With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets

Im unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beak

Im deep, like bucket seats when the tics hit the streets

Pick door number three if your price is right

Ill pull a dj quik "tonite is the night"

(murphy lee)

Hold on, so I can tell em who I is, a young school boy with one kid

I think Im five-eight, but yo, maybe Im five-six

With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off

You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off

Now, and not right now but right now!

And I aint backin down, she can get up and bounce

The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south

Dont even have drive, I can sit on the couch

And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin

They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin

Im wild dude, you could probably find me on side two

If not Im a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo

And go and by a juice or somethin

A virgin rapper, I aint gettin loose for nothin

Money earnin rapper, I aint got no boots for nothin

So Im servin rappers, I be cookin when Im comin

(chorus) 2x

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» Nelly - Luven Me
» Nelly - Getcha Getcha
» Nelly - Come Over
» Nelly - Luven Me
» Nelly - Dilemma
» Nelly - St. Louie
» Nelly - Real Niggaz
» Nelly - Nellyville
» Nelly - E.I. (THE TIPDRILL REMIX)
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(nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh Whats it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down Its like a shootout and you the only nigga wit rounds Its like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit pounds Its like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town Im like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year Gq style ma, let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? ) (thats gotta be illegal, bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, "i aint seen em, they had masks and shit" "whoever it was, was in a rush cause they was fast and quick" Oh, Im just a playa, mo, these aint my rules Peep game, Im wearin jordans, summer these my shoes Im like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell em "goon" (chorus) Show em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob Show em what they won, alize, mo, crissy or ale, bob Show em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who Show em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob Show em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob Show em what they won, leavin they mamas feelins hurt, bob Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who Show em what they won (kyjuan) Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin "keyjuan-na-na" On the block I rule like ja, in the sun like wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob See Im a ruger shooter, dont make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what lunaticsll do to ya Tip-? ? ? pursuer, get er in a room and do er First cat out the lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets Im unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beak Im deep, like bucket seats when the tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right Ill pull a dj quik "tonite is the night" (murphy lee) Hold on, so I can tell em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think Im five-eight, but yo, maybe Im five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I aint backin down, she can get up and bounce The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Dont even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin Im wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not Im a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I aint gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I aint got no boots for nothin So Im servin rappers, I be cookin when Im comin (chorus) 2x Нравится песня? 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