[Hook: Dej Loaf]
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
I swear I love my city, I just want a little (static)
See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static)
Showoff (Showoff) vs. Everybody
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
This is NY versus whoever, and my verse is said
I'll make shorty remember why I'm first
We've been big forever, Biggie Smalls, Big Pun, Big L
Big ass coat with the feathers inside, shirts with the lumber print
Construction timbs in the summer, take a couple sips
Remove your fronts when that blunt is lit
I come from this, young and dipped
Stumbling through the tunnel hit
Flex spinning while out, niggas get cut and shit
It's nothing, it's New York, you gotta monitor your upper-lip
Or niggas'll hook you the monitors, them rubber grips
Fifths habits sounding like a fourth on October sixth
I roll up three numbers, cut the bank, then throw another lick
My arm's strong, take you on top of the tink
Dubbin' that Armstrong, and [?] where have we gone wrong
We used to let our nuts hang, now my pants fit like Long Johns
Them [?] have plenty of legroom
I had the heat near my caps, like Lebron-bron
Push your hairline back, drama gave me a hard on
Shoot at your feet, had you dancing like Diddy before the Sean John
Put on for my city and lead this song on
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
I swear I love my city, I just want a little (static)
See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static)
Showoff (Showoff) vs. Everybody
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
This is NY versus whoever, and my verse is said
I'll make shorty remember why I'm first
We've been big forever, Biggie Smalls, Big Pun, Big L
Big ass coat with the feathers inside, shirts with the lumber print
Construction timbs in the summer, take a couple sips
Remove your fronts when that blunt is lit
I come from this, young and dipped
Stumbling through the tunnel hit
Flex spinning while out, niggas get cut and shit
It's nothing, it's New York, you gotta monitor your upper-lip
Or niggas'll hook you the monitors, them rubber grips
Fifths habits sounding like a fourth on October sixth
I roll up three numbers, cut the bank, then throw another lick
My arm's strong, take you on top of the tink
Dubbin' that Armstrong, and [?] where have we gone wrong
We used to let our nuts hang, now my pants fit like Long Johns
Them [?] have plenty of legroom
I had the heat near my caps, like Lebron-bron
Push your hairline back, drama gave me a hard on
Shoot at your feet, had you dancing like Diddy before the Sean John
Put on for my city and lead this song on
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