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  • Текст песни Salt-N-Pepa - Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves

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    Тут находится текст песни Salt-N-Pepa - Somebody's Gettin' On My Nerves, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    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 wack 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 1-900-Chump
    So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?
    Get off my bra-strap, 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, they 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 of someone's getting jeal
    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 '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

    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 '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)

    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Show-Show 'EM, что у вас было)

    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Show-Show 'EM, что у вас было)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Покажи их, что у тебя есть)
    Дать им то, что они заслуживают
    (Show-Show 'EM, что у вас было)

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