Gimme What You Got

Lyrics

[Intro: Ali] Okay, party people in the house... Lunati-ti-tics! D2, '97 Uh, come on [Verse 1: Ali] I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though Starched up, hit the Amaco Bought a Philly, sparked up Lunatics'll blow the park up Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' like a nerd Eff what you heard, federal like a bird Were actin' funny when you first saw me Now I'm makin' jams have you being like "go 'Li" Hell naw, trick; I'm picky now I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now Hit the door at the club, Yella, Grip and Luv Met me with a dub, was it fire playa (what?) Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin' me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down? I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure [Chorus: Ali] Some of y'all been tryin' to write rhymes for years And we got dibs, irritatin' my ears Is this the best that you can make? But if not, then you got more, I'll wait But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'ma move on the dance floor Where they put somethin' smooth on Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud 'Cause I like to move the crowd [Verse 2: Ali] Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre I'm lookin' sporty, you fools know me No way, am I goin' out like a buster? Once I'm in, I last long like a wrestler Givin' out degrees for that P.H Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this bitch ??? real soon, uh Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room Get your own pop, piece to doom Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloon Position is assumed, I'm the Tic, the Tune Leavin' 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon Cats waste ink, they don't take time to think Actin' hard like they shit don't stink Knowin' they stench like the rink True color be pink, rinky dink Big Lee need a spliff cause I'm startin' to think, that... [Chorus: Ali] Some of y'all been tryin' to write rhymes for years And we got dibs, irritatin' my ears Is this the best that you can make? But if not, then you got more, I'll wait But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'ma move on the dance floor Where they put somethin' smooth on Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud 'Cause I like to rule the crowd [Verse 3: Nelly] See I rockin' in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffee Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin' salty Then Ali, I let this thing go (boo-yeah!), back on the farm I heard you was on my tail now you yellin' "Nelly, you lost 'em!" Fool, my click is off the hook like OJ Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in foreplay Run and ask your lady Smokin' hay-hay-haaay I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage Makin' my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah Tryna compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up ??? Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah Lunatic for hire, haha, I'm startin' to think that... [Chorus: Ali] Some of y'all been tryin' to write rhymes for years And we got dibs, irritatin' my ears Is this the best that you can make? But if not, then you got more, I'll wait But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'ma move on the dance floor Where they put somethin' smooth on Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud 'Cause I like to move the crowd Some of y'all been tryin' to write rhymes for years And we got dibs, irritatin' my ears Is this the best that you can make? But if not, then you got more, I'll wait But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'ma move on the dance floor Where they put somethin' smooth on Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud 'Cause I like to move the crowd