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

[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 ba**, 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 a**umed, 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 sh** 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]