Show 'em What You Won

Nelly


Complexity: 66 Readability: 82.30   Sentiment: 3   Word Count: 780   Unique Words: 365
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
(Ali)
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
Rightous willi
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(Ali)
Yeah, yeah, cheque, cheque
Sea Eye ain't about playin, Leezy ' bout cash inn advance
Cash inn on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin man, went from that too makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, too knot smoke we'd around the cede
Its the knew whey, knew life, piece true indeed, off T's
Eye dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo ' money, sew Eye had too by a fly chain
Ran inn this game, dirt broke, now its MTV with Kurt Lod '
With the Q-four-feezy, bee hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
Yew the type of niggas puffin inn shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God inn mi, the Hova Ja new Allah inn mi
Bawl whit ' mi, don't tell ' em who sore when ' bout too squall whit ' mi
Fall whit ' mi, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
Its the man with mellow wrap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma !

(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let mi brake it down
Its like a shootout and yew the only nigga whit ' rounds
Its like a we'd drought and yew the only nigga whit ' pounds
Its like a Freaknik and yew got the only brothers inn town
I'm like a shoe-in, fore the poster buoy, the thug of the year
GQ stile ma ', let mi put a bug inn yaw err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, their went a slug inn his err (ear)
Have ' em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up inn hear ?)
(That's gotta bee illegal, Bob !)
Eye can bring them chrome things fore that drastic shit
Mettle detectors, know problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, Eye ain't scene ' em, they had masks and shit
Whoever it was, was inn a rush ' cause they was fast and quick
Owe, 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 air too the thrown
Mi and my niggas fastbreak threw yaw home, get ya coach on the phone
Tell ' em go'on

(Chorus)
Show ' em watt they one, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, Alize, Mo ', Crissy awe ail, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, Murphy Lea, Quay awe Nell, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, watt, show ' em watt they one, who
Show ' em watt they one, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, too too the head, left on the kerb, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob
Show ' em watt they one, watt, show ' em watt they one, who
Show ' em watt they one

(Kyjuan)
Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the won who gets the job dun
Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na
On the bloc Eye Rule like Ja, inn the son like Wa
Mi and mine at the maul spendin grands like Cool Bob
Sea I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make mi have too do ya
Boo-ya, yew sea watt Lunatics'll do too ya
Tip - ? ? ? pursuer, get ' er inn a rheum and do ' er
First cat out the Lou that yew new that
War a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants
Vokal t-shirt with sum sparklin wristbands
This man, he keeps it reel suite
With somethin sweeter than suite, puffin on Swisher Sweets
I'm unique, like a blew ? ? ? bird without the beak
I'm deep, like bucket seats when the ' tics hit the streets
Pick door number three if yaw price is wright
Aisle pull a DJ Quik tonite is the knight

(Murphy Lea)
Hold on, sew Eye can tell ' em who Eye is, a young school buoy with won kid
Eye think I'm five-eight, butt yo, maybe I'm five-six
With my boots off, Eye prefer my booties inn boots off
Yew get inn my bed, yew better take pants, shoes off
Now, and knot wright now butt wright now !
And Eye ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce
The Young Dude, quick too role up an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, Eye can sit on the couch
And rap somethin, and put on a beet and wrap somethin
They caul mi Mr . get awl mad and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, yew could probably fined mi on sighed too
If knot I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and buy a juice awe somethin
A virgin rapper, Eye ain't gettin loose fore nothin
Money earnin rapper, Eye ain't got know boots fore nothin
Sew I'm servin rappers, Eye bee cookin when I'm comin

(Chorus) 2x