Jay-Z - Show You How Lyrics
[jay-z]Catch up, niggasDamn you fadin hov, how you gave em that?All the martika, with the alligator strapSick of yall niggaz with ya now or later rapsRap about it now, hope you get it laterDo a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin upIll show you how to do this sonThis particular watch be a one of oneThat means none before it, none to comeThe homie thats rappin be the only one that has itIll show you how to do this sonYou aint heard? I push the sixes when the fives is outYou cant fight me, in the porsche Ill box you outIll show you how to do this sonWe dont drive x5s we give em to baby-mammasPush the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackboxI get it crackin when Im backing out the garageA 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattanBucket low, like ***** it, thoughNights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah Im frontin but you love it, thoughIll show you how to do this sonNigga Im a check writer your royalty recieversYall eaten off pa dem, on the low like a cesarPay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin backwardsI cop and crash whips, jay is a bastardIll show you how to do this sonHow you want it, my jeans is 300This aint diesel, nigga, these is evisuTop is rock, you know the restA big bucket of frozen water on my chestIll show you how to do this sonGet a crate, some crack, and some house slippersA newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips upOr get a gun, a mask an escape routeSome ducktapell make em take you to the houseAnd ma dont give him nothin, unless he treatin you specialSoon hell get desperate, and go down and bless youAnd when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hairJust grab your coach bag and get the ***** outta there, yeahIll show you how to do this honLook, think big, ***** getting your nails doneThink cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your sonDont let em give you, hard dick and bubble gumMake him cop the lex bubble, 2001 honIll show you how to do this honAnd if your man got you bangin up, it could be worseJust put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse
