NELLY - Show 'em What They Won lyrics
rate me(ali)<br>Yeah, yeah, check, check<br>See I ain't about playin, leezy 'bout cash in advance<br>Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan<br>Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin<br>Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin<br>And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed<br>It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off t's<br>I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain<br>Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's mtv with kurt lod'<br>With the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks<br>Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle<br>You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels<br>Keep the God in me, the hova ja knew allah in me<br>Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me<br>Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin<br>It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma!<br><br>(nelly)<br>Uh, uh, uh, uh<br>What's it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down<br>It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds<br>It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds<br>It's like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town<br>I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year<br>Gq style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)<br>Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)<br>Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? )<br>(that's gotta be illegal, bob!)<br>I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit<br>Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit<br>Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit<br>Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick<br>Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules<br>Peep game, I'm wearin jordans, summer these my shoes<br>I'm like the heir to the throne<br>Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone<br>Tell 'em go'on<br><br>(chorus)<br>Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, alize, mo', crissy or ale, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who<br>Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, bob<br>Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who<br>Show 'em what they won<br><br>(kyjuan)<br>Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done<br>Keep huns screamin keyjuan-na-na<br>On the block I rule like ja, in the sun like wa<br>Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob<br>See I'm a ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya<br>Boo-ya, you see what lunatics'll do to ya<br>Tip-? ? ? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er<br>First cat out the lou that you knew that<br>Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants<br>Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands<br>This man, he keeps it real sweet<br>With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets<br>I'm unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beak<br>I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets<br>Pick door number three if your price is right<br>I'll pull a dj quik tonite is the night<br><br>(murphy lee)<br>Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid<br>I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six<br>With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off<br>You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off<br>Now, and not right now but right now!<br>And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce<br>The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south<br>Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch<br>And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin<br>They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin<br>I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two<br>If not I'm a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo<br>And go and by a juice or somethin<br>A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin<br>Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin<br>So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin<br><br>(chorus) 2x
