Gimmie What You Got (remix) Lyrics - St. Lunatics

[Ali] 

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

Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though 

Starched up, hit the Amaco 

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 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 nah trick, I'm picky now 

I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now 

Hit the door at the club Yella, Grip and Luv 

Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what 

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 

[Hook-Ali] 

Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for years 

And we got dibs, irritatin my ears 

Is this the best that you can make? 

But if not, then you got more, I'll wait 

But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floor 

Where they put somethin smooth on 

Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud 

'Cause I like to rule the crowd 

[Ali] 

Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre 

I'm lookin sporty, you fools know me 

No way, am I goin out like a buster 

Once I'm in last long like a wrestler 

Givin out degrees for that P.H. 

Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch 

?? real soon, uh 

Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room 

Get your own pop, piece to doom (?) 

Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloon 

Position is assumed, I'm the Tic, the Tune 

Leavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon 

Cats waste ink, they don't take time to think 

Actin hard like they shit don't stink 

Knowin they stench like the rink 

True color be pink, rinky dink 

Big Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that... 

[Hook] 

[Nelly] 

See I rockin 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 I line all 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, you be talkin garbage 

Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah 

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

?? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire 

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

Lunatic for hirrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that... 

[(Hook) 2x]