Gimme What You Got Lyrics - St. Lunatics

I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo 

Gortex figaro, jeans Hillfiger though 

Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly sparked up 

Lunatics will blow the park up 

Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' like a nerd 

F what you heard, federal roll like a bird 

You were, actin' funny when you first saw me 

Now, I'm makin' jams have you bein' like go Lee 

Hell na 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, what 

(Was it fire playa?) 

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 

With the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched 

MIS, show your rifle, we just too much 

We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, it's the 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 

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) 

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 Carl Louis was your cousin I wouldn't put you on my track 

Get some lyrical jack, get down, 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 gonna put St. Lou on the map 

I put St. Lou on my cap and it's obvious see 

Keyuan'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 

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 anyway you want son, uh 

Is he really real with the skill son, uh? 

Did he make a mill with the skill son, uh? 

Gotta make 'em dance in this here son, yeah 

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) 

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, back on up off me 

(Boy yeah) 

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, hay 

I bust a rhyme and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all 

Be that L 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 shh that, ah 

Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up 

You be like Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire 

To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah 

Lunatic for hire 

(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) 

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)