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St. Lunatics

Gimme What You Got

  rap  hip hop  hiphop  pop  american
418 3 часа назад

Текст песни St. Lunatics - Gimme What You Got

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(Ali)I`m on my way to my show, uh, shirt PoloGortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger thoughStarched up, hit the AmacoBought a Philly, sparked upLunatics`ll blow the park upOoh this herb, got me geekin like a nerdF what you heard, federal roll like a birdYou were, actin funny when you first saw meNow, I`m makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"Hell nah trick, I`m picky nowI`m spiffy now, smoke sticky nowHit the door at the club yellin "grip and love"Met me with a dub (was it fire playa?), whatStraight to the bar, got a Henny and CokeAin`t been in five minutes, rats sendin me notesCould it be the way I get down, the way I throw downI don`t know, but it`s one thing I know for sure(Murphy Lee)With the scenery of St. Louie, we can`t be touchedM-I-S, show your rifle, we just too muchWe crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, this ain`t alarmOnce hear sounds, get down, hope you Lucky like CharmsLunatics will explode, OK, call me the RiggaRepresenter, St. Louis figures, chronic hittersSo what`s up? Let me introduce my click and ILunatics, I`m little T rollin ninety miles an hour(Hook)And you say St. Louis City, c`mon, uh(Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)And you say St. Louis City(Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)(Keyuan)You wild boy, you need to change your whole style boyYour team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson`s CowboysWhat you gonna try for? You guilty of bein wackIf ??? Louis was your cousin I wouldn`t put you on my trackGet some lyrical jack, you know, Neal like ShaqNow where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my backIt`s a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to matchIt`s a fact, Lunatics gon` put St. Lou on the mapI put St. Lou on my cap, and it`s obvious seeKeyuan`s true when he rap, is you mad at that?A handsome man, `cause all the rats that I flashBe havin some matches, spark it, put yourself in trapGot `cha(City Spud)Want some, get some`Cause everybody on my team could give someYou know my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough sonFrom the clit, what, with the gun sonWork it down, freak it any way you want son, uhIs he really real with the skill son, uhDid he make a mil with the skill son, uhGotta make `em dance in this here son, yeah(Hook)(Nelly)In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffeeSoftly is how I speak to them punks who come actin saltyThen Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farmI heard you was on my tail now you yellin "nelly, you lost `em"Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.Fool, there ain`t no way, that we could ever be deep in four-playRun and ask your ladySmokin hay-hay-haaayI bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y`allBe that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape yaTape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbageMakin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ahTryna` compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up??? Duff know I`m a liar, makin you fools transpireTo sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ahLunatic for hirrrrrrre (hahahahaha)(Hook) 2x

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