Gimme What You Got (Low Down Dirty Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] [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 and that's [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] With the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched M-I-S, show your rifle, we just too much We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, this ain't alarm Once hear sounds, get down, hope you Lucky like Charms Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the Rigga Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic hitters So what's up? Let me introduce my click and I Lunatics, I'm little T, rollin' ninety miles an hour [Chorus: Ali] 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) [Verse 3: Kyjuan] You wild boy, you need to change your whole style, boy Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys What you gonna try for? You guilty of bein' wack If ??? Louis was your cousin I wouldn't put you on my track Get some lyrical jack, you know, Neal like Shaq Now where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my back It's a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to match It's a fact, Lunatics gon' put St. Lou' on the map I put St. Lou' on my cap, and it's obvious, see Kyjuan's true when he rap, is you mad at that? A handsome man, cause all the rats that I flash Be havin' some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap Got 'cha [Verse 4: City Spud] Want some, get some 'Cause everybody on my team could give some You know my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough, son From the clit, what, with the gun, son Work it down, freak it any way you want, son, uh Is he really real with the skill, son, uh Did he make a mil' with the skill, son, uh Gotta make 'em dance in this here, son, yeah [Chorus: Ali] 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) [Verse 5: 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] 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) 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)