Текст (слова) песни: Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got

Hoo!
Yeah it`s another one of them marvelous shits
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
So remarkable, yeah
As I say it over and over again
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo` sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
Flava like you never seen it before
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo` sure
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
From New York, down to Singapore
Keep you niggas jumpin` around, had the bitches beggin fo` more
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I`ll leave a crack in your jaw
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door

CHORUS:
All my dogs who hustle everyday
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
Own a store laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
My get money bitches who still hang around the way
All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta...
My bitches, all my bitches, c`mon
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me

[Verse 2]
Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Niggas know that I be rockin the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y`all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose`
Watch a nigga playin me close
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when we be calm
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Shoulda known it was a bad move
Fuckin around and gettin me started
Still whippin in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, livin it up
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
Tie `em up, makin `em cough
Gag `em in the throat wit a cloff
After that we go and wild for the night
Make `em know the style for the night
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give y`all niggas a blaze
Black it out and party for days
Let y`all niggas fuck with the strays
Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
Gettin money but it`s too late
Got a nigga stuck in his ways

CHORUS

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Busta Rhymes - Show Me What You Got Hoo! Yeah it`s another one of them marvelous shits Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah So remarkable, yeah As I say it over and over again From song to song, yeah, so remarkable Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable [Verse 1] Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor We climb into the back of the four Nonchalant flavor fo` sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor Flava like you never seen it before Ha, holy, sacred, and pure Flipmode, be on it fo` sure Be incredible to settle the score Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door From New York, down to Singapore Keep you niggas jumpin` around, had the bitches beggin fo` more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store Metaphor like nuclear war I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I`ll leave a crack in your jaw Take the livest niggas out on a tour Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door CHORUS: All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now Own a store laundrymat around the way And own a store laundrymat around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! My niggas, all my niggas Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday All my shorties that stay fresh everyday My get money bitches who still hang around the way All my get money bitches that chill around the way now We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta... My bitches, all my bitches, c`mon Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me [Verse 2] Now, yo, we stay packin the toast Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost And end up on the front of the post Niggas know that I be rockin the most Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast Let me drug y`all niggas up wit a dose Make you act just like you suppose` Watch a nigga playin me close Nowadays type of dough that we gross I celebrate and throw me a roast And get an old face for a host We get it hype even when we be calm Niggas know my word is my bond When we come you know we the bomb Hypnotic shit, get you retarded Shoulda known it was a bad move Fuckin around and gettin me started Still whippin in the back of the truck So what, not givin a fuck In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last nigga bust Could give a fuck whoever he was Throw them niggas outta the clubs Them niggas all, shit turnin me off Tie `em up, makin `em cough Gag `em in the throat wit a cloff After that we go and wild for the night Make `em know the style for the night Car low, pile for the night You know we always give y`all niggas a blaze Black it out and party for days Let y`all niggas fuck with the strays Fuckin dimes at the end of the days Gettin money but it`s too late Got a nigga stuck in his ways CHORUS Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Show Me What You Got: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/14794.html Все тексты песен: Busta Rhymes » Busta Rhymes - Dangerous » Busta Rhymes - Holla » Busta Rhymes - Bus-a-Bus Remix » Busta Rhymes - Abandon Ship » Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want » Busta Rhymes - Rumble in The Jungle » Busta Rhymes - Tear Da Roof Off » Busta Rhymes - Keep It Movin » Busta Rhymes - Wild Hot » Busta Rhymes - Fire » Busta Rhymes - Call The Ambulance » Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want » Busta Rhymes - Do the Bus a Bus » Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad » Busta Rhymes - Salute Da Gods!! » Busta Rhymes - Do It To Death » Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin` For Money (Part One) » Busta Rhymes - It`s A Party (Allstar Remix) » Busta Rhymes - Finish Line » Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Устинов - Там, за синей полночью... » Юрий Панюшкин - Между счастьем и заботой... » Юлия Мешковая - Разочаруй меня в себе... » Юрий Панюшкин - Ода сосульке » Юрий Визбор - Возвращение в Горький » Юрий Костров - Вечный вопрос весны » Юрий Панюшкин - Банан вам, господа! » Юрий Кукин - Романс » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Песня воинствующего перестройщика » Юрий Визбор - Вересковый куст » Юлий Ким - Моя матушка Россия » Юрий Розов - Прерван пулей полет голубиный... » Юлий Ким - Начальство слушает магнитофон » Юрий Нестеренко - Юбилей » Юлия Поливанова - Случилось. Снега легли... » Юлия Шелест - Исторические кадры » Юлия Поливанова - Петля больничного покоя... » Юрий Панюшкин - Где надбавки у рублей и коэффициенты... » Юрий Лорес - Воспоминание о саде » Юрий Панюшкин - Ничего хорошего, когда дождем заряжен...
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