Lyrics Gimmie What You Got - St. Lunatics
I′m
on
my
way
to
my
show,
uh,
shirt
Polo
Gortex
figaro,
jeans
Hilfiger
though
Starched
up,
hit
the
Amoco
Bought
a
Philly,
sparked
up
Lunatics'll
blow
the
park
up
Ooh
this
herb,
got
me
geekin
like
a
nerd
F
what
you
heard,
federal
like
a
bird
You
were,
actin
funny
when
you
first
saw
me
Now,
I′m
makin
jams
have
you
be
like
"go
Lee"
Hell
nah
trick,
I'm
picky
now
I'm
spiffy
now,
smoke
sticky
now
Hit
the
door
at
the
club
yellin
"grip
and
love"
Met
me
with
a
dub,
was
it
fire
playa,
what
Straight
to
the
bar,
got
a
Henny
and
Coke
Ain′t
been
here
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...
(Hook)
Some
of
y'all
been
tryin
to
write
rhymes
for
years
Till
we
got
theirs
Here
a
take
my
ends
Is
this
the
best
that
you
can
make?
But
if
not,
and
you
got
more,
I′ll
wait
But
don't
make
me
wait
too
long
Cuz
I′m
a
move
on
the
dance
floor
When
they
put
somethin
smooth
on
Turn
up
the
bass,
it's
better
when
its
loud
Cuz
I
like
to
move
the
crowd
(Ali)
Like
my
homie
Jo
Day
Burgundy
six
straight
I'm
lookin
swoll
day
You
fools
know
me
No
way,
am
I
goin
out
like
a
busta
What′s
I
been?
last
long
like
a
wrestla
Givin
out
degrees
for
dat
p-h
Raised
on
the
n-o-r-t-h
side
of
this
be-aitch
Re-ach
real
son,
huh,
like
soon
as
you
hear
it
Push
that
bun
out?,
break
and
leave
the
room
Get
you
own
cop,
peace
of
doom?
Bulletproofin′
pac,
my
hit
gon
baloon
Position
is
assumed,
lunatic
platoon
Leavin'
em
all
like
a
typhoon,
ghetto
tycoon
Cats
waist
deep,
they
don′t
take
how
we
think
Actin
hard
like
they
shit
don't
stink
Knowin
they
strange
like
the
rink
True
color
be
pink,
rinky
dink
Big
Lee
need
a
shrink
Cuz
I′m
startin'
to
think...
(Nelly)
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
(booyaah!),
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
O.J.
Fool,
there
ain't
no
way,
that
we
could
ever
be
deep
in
four-play
Run
and
ask
your
lady
Smokin
hay-hay-haaay
I
bust
a
rhyme,
and
a
line
off
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,
cuz
you
be
talkin
garbage
Makin
my
stomach
nauseous
with
that
shhh,
straight
up
Tryna′
compare
your
click
to
mine,
you
need
to
hide
and
catch
up
Only
that
Duff?
know
I′m
a
liar,
makin
you
fools
transpire
To
sweatshirts
like
Champion
attire,
so
why
you
try-ah
Lunatic
for
hirrrrrrre
(hahahahaha)
I'm
startin
to
think
that...
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2x)
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