Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cheryl "Salt" James
Vocals
DJ Spinderella
DJ
Sandy "Pepa" Denton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Azor
Songwriter
Anthony Williams
Songwriter
Herby Azor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Azor
Co-Producer
Al Machera
Mixing Engineer
Herby Azor
Producer
Lyrics
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 shit is gettin' hot!
Show-show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot!
Show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot!
Hey, yo
Show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit 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, bitch
(Jump up and get beat down!)
Now, Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy
And your man know
I got him screamin'
Like a hooker 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 whack
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, ho
So there you go!
You hear talk about Pep
Around the way gettin' skeezed
(Yo, me and my man)
(Was with Pepa last night, yo)
Nigga, please!
You couldn't hump me
If my first name was Cooty Cat
Your 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 Beemer
And 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 hooker
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 humped
But it was Dial-A-Date
One-900 chump!
So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my brastrap, 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
And 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 shit 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 I'm someone's leaving them
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 shit is gettin' hot!
Show-show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot!
Show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot!
Hey, yo
Show 'em what ya got!
'Cuz shit is gettin' hot!
Show 'em what ya got!
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(Show-show 'em what ya got!)
Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
(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!)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show, show 'em what ya got!)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show 'em what ya got!)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show, show 'em what ya got!)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show, show 'em what ya got!)
Give 'em what they deserve
(Show, show 'em what ya got!)
Writer(s): Herby E. Azor, Steve Azor, Anthony Williams
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