Lyrics Show 'em what they won Nelly

Show 'em what they won

(ali)
Yeah, yeah, check, check
See I aint about playin, leezy bout cash in advance
Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
Its the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off ts
I dwell on off how yall plan makin mo money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now its mtv with kurt lod
With the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the hova ja knew allah in me
Ball wit me, dont tell em who saw when bout to squall wit me
Fall wit me, this pure mic dope Im sellin
Its the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma!

(nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Whats it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down
Its like a shootout and you the only nigga wit rounds
Its like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit pounds
Its like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
Im like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
Gq style ma, let me put a bug in your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here? )
(thats gotta be illegal, bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, I aint seen em, they had masks and shit
Whoever it was, was in a rush cause they was fast and quick
Oh, Im just a playa, mo, these aint my rules
Peep game, Im wearin jordans, summer these my shoes
Im like the heir to the throne
Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone
Tell em goon

(chorus)
Show em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob
Show em what they won, alize, mo, crissy or ale, bob
Show em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob
Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who
Show em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob
Show em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob
Show em what they won, leavin they mamas feelins hurt, bob
Show em what they won, what, show em what they won, who
Show em what they won

(kyjuan)
Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done
Keep huns screamin keyjuan-na-na
On the block I rule like ja, in the sun like wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob
See Im a ruger shooter, dont make me have to do ya
Boo-ya, you see what lunaticsll do to ya
Tip-? ? ? pursuer, get er in a room and do er
First cat out the lou that you knew that
Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants
Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands
This man, he keeps it real sweet
With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets
Im unique, like a blue? ? ? bird without the beak
Im deep, like bucket seats when the tics hit the streets
Pick door number three if your price is right
Ill pull a dj quik tonite is the night

(murphy lee)
Hold on, so I can tell em who I is, a young school boy with one kid
I think Im five-eight, but yo, maybe Im five-six
With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off
Now, and not right now but right now!
And I aint backin down, she can get up and bounce
The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south
Dont even have drive, I can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin
Im wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not Im a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice or somethin
A virgin rapper, I aint gettin loose for nothin
Money earnin rapper, I aint got no boots for nothin
So Im servin rappers, I be cookin when Im comin

(chorus) 2x