Salt N Pepa - Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves Lyrics
Hey, yo, show em what ya gotShow em what ya gotShow-show em what ya gotShow em what ya gotHey, yo, show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotShow-show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotShow em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotHey, yo, show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotShow em what ya got...Somebodys gettin on my nervesSomebodys gettin on my nervesSomebodys gettin on my nervesSomebodys gettin on my nerves(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves(show-show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nervesForget that youre a lady, and give em what they deserveNow Ive got this real phat attitude because of all the hypeJealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the micSo test my respect, mess around, yeah, *****, jump up and get beat downNow salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man knowI got him screamin like a hooker in the front rowSo you better check my record, better yet, bumMy name is super for a record, check my platinum albumIts not meant for you to doYou even sound wack when you try to check the mic (one, two, one, two)But wait Im not through, how you livin sayin old rhymes tryin to get new?You dont work like the two to make hip-hopSo you can talk until your big, suckin lips popThe next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the nose, hoSo there you goYou hear talk about pep around the way gettin skeezed[yo, me and my man was with pepa last night, yo...] nigga, pleaseYou couldnt hump me if my first name was cooty catYour little jimmy cant even hold your zipper backWhy dont you tell the story right, man?The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right handYou rolled up on me in your mans beemerAnd I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin daydreamerYou put the window down tryin to act real slickAnd started smilin like a hooker with a bag of tricksYou stuck your hand out the window trying to show me goldYour forty-second street rolex was kinda oldI wrote a number, and I know you thought youd get humpedBut it was dial-a-date 1-900-chumpSo why you runnin around town playin jeopardy?Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin meSomebodys gettin on my nervesSomebodys gettin on my nervesSomebodys gettin on my nervesForget that youre a lady, and give em what they deserveGive em what they deserveGive em what they deserveGive em what they deserveForget that youre a lady, and give em what they deserveNow somebodys gettin on my nerves, and Im wrecked to get crazyIt never fails to amaze meHow people never miss a possip and just believe the gossipInstead of finding out the truth of whats upIts got my nostrils flairinId be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearingCuz evrytime I meet a guy thats got it goin onOne of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something thats wrongIf hes not drivin a benz or beemer then hes bummyOr hes sellin buddah if hes got plenty of moneyNow ask me why, I dont know why or well or what the hellSo breakin up the code because Im someones ? ? ?Ive got enough problems of my ownTo sit up on the phone talkin about on who hes gettin boneHey, yo, show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotShow-show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotShow em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hotHey, yo, show em what ya gotCuz shit is gettin hot(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves(show-show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nerves(show em what ya got) somebodys gettin on my nervesForget that youre a lady, and give em what they deserveGive em what they deserveGive em what they deserveGive em what they deserveForget that youre 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...
