歌手:Salt-N-Pepa
专辑:《Very Necessary》

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 **** is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em what ya got
Cuz **** is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya got
Cuz **** is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got
Cuz **** 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, *****
Jump up and get beat down
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, ***y, and your man know
I got him screamin' like a ****** 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, hoSo there you go
You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with pepa last night, yo
***** please You couldn't **** me if my first name was
Cooty CatYour 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 BeemerAnd
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 ****** 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 ****ed
But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-C****
So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve
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, they 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 ****
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 of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough problems of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got',Cuz **** is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em what ya got',Cuz **** is gettin' hot
Show 'em what ya got',Cuz **** is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got',Cuz **** is gettin' hot(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
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)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves(Show-show 'em what ya got)