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St. Lunatics - Текст песни Show Em What They Won
Yeah, yeah, check, check
 See I ain't about playin', Leezy 'bout cash in advance
 Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
 Makin' a killin' man, went from that to makin' a livin'
 Righteous willin', the only thing supreme swimmin'
 And proceed to not smoke weed around the seed
 It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's
 I dwell on off how y'all plan makin' mo' money so I had to buy a fly chain
 Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'
 With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin' folks
 Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
 You the type of niggas puffin' in shirts, socks and sandals
 Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
 Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
 Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin'
 It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin' "Yo ma"
 What's it like bein' Nelly? Ay, let me break it down
 It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds
 It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
 It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town
 I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
 GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your ear
 Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his ear
 Have 'em askin', yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?
 That's gotta be illegal, Bob
 I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
 Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
 Witnesses, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit
 Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick
 Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules
 Peep game, I'm wearin' Jordans, summer these my shoes
 I'm like the heir to the throne
 Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home
 Get ya coach on the phone, tell 'em "Go on"
 Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won
 Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done
 Keep huns screamin', "Keyjuan-na-na"
 On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
 Me and mine at the mall spendin' grands like Cool BobSt. Lunatics - Show Em What They Won - http://ru.motolyrics.com/st-lunatics/show-em-what-they-won-lyrics.html
 See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya
 Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya
 Tip-[Incomprehensible] pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er
 First cat out the Lou that you knew that
 Wore a lime-green headband, matchin' leather pants
 Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin' wristbands
 This man, he keeps it real sweet
 With somethin' sweeter than sweet, puffin' on Swisher Sweets
 I'm unique like a blue cardinal bird without the beak
 I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets
 Pick door number three if your price is right
 I'll pull a DJ Quik, tonight is the night
 Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid
 I think I'm five-eight but yo, maybe I'm five-six
 With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
 You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off
 Now and not right now but right now
 And I ain't backin' down, she can get up and bounce
 The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south
 Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch
 And wrap somethin' and put on a beat and rap somethin'
 They call me mister get all mad and smack somethin'
 I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
 If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
 And go and by a juice or somethin'
 A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin' loose for nothin'
 Money earnin' rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin'
 So I'm servin' rappers, I be cookin' when I'm comin'
 Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin' shit get served, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, leavin' they mama's feelin's hurt, Bob
 Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who?
 Show 'em what they won














