Nelly - Show 'em What They Won Lyrics
(ali)Yeah, yeah, check, checkSee I aint about playin, leezy bout cash in advanceCash in on the casual, actual, factual planMakin a killin man, went from that to makin a livinRightous willin, the only thing supreme swimminAnd proceed, to not smoke weed around the seedIts the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off tsI dwell on off how yall plan makin mo money, so I had to buy a fly chainRan in this game, dirt broke, now its mtv with kurt lodWith the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folksKeep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandleYou the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandelsKeep the God in me, the hova ja knew allah in meBall wit me, dont tell em who saw when bout to squall wit meFall wit me, this pure mic dope Im sellinIts the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma!(nelly)Uh, uh, uh, uhWhats it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it downIts like a shootout and you the only nigga wit roundsIts like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit poundsIts like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in townIm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the yearGq 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 shitMetal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shitWitnessess, I aint seen em, they had masks and shitWhoever it was, was in a rush cause they was fast and quickOh, Im just a playa, mo, these aint my rulesPeep game, Im wearin jordans, summer these my shoesIm like the heir to the throneMe and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phoneTell em goon(chorus)Show em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bobShow em what they won, alize, mo, crissy or ale, bobShow em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bobShow em what they won, what, show em what they won, whoShow em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bobShow em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bobShow em what they won, leavin they mamas feelins hurt, bobShow em what they won, what, show em what they won, whoShow em what they won(kyjuan)Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job doneKeep huns screamin keyjuan-na-naOn the block I rule like ja, in the sun like waMe and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bobSee Im a ruger shooter, dont make me have to do yaBoo-ya, you see what lunaticsll do to yaTip-? ? ? pursuer, get er in a room and do erFirst cat out the lou that you knew thatWore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pantsVokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbandsThis man, he keeps it real sweetWith somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweetsIm unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beakIm deep, like bucket seats when the tics hit the streetsPick door number three if your price is rightIll 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 kidI think Im five-eight, but yo, maybe Im five-sixWith my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots offYou get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes offNow, and not right now but right now!And I aint backin down, she can get up and bounceThe young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head southDont even have drive, I can sit on the couchAnd wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethinThey call me mr. get all mad and smack somethinIm wild dude, you could probably find me on side twoIf not Im a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my booAnd go and by a juice or somethinA virgin rapper, I aint gettin loose for nothinMoney earnin rapper, I aint got no boots for nothinSo Im servin rappers, I be cookin when Im comin(chorus) 2x
