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Casual - Who's It On lyrics
Featuring Pep Love Del] Verse One: Pep Love My name be Pep Love over the loop I scoop and do a flip alleyoup put a dip in a hula hoop And spin her as I went in her she's hot like diner she sounds like a tenor Then again I wouldn't know yo what is the subject the way that Pep Love check mics and throw rights and lefts Don't move or budge yet cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out as we step in Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen a crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream Bringin a pow pow shootin up like coke in the veins, but now, now I'd rather have smoke in the brain Who's the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock shit I spin check this shit which I have concocted Then you can jock it [Bridge:] "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]" Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came your style is lame, you picked a bad time. Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it I'm right around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats The agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape I will ban fakes, phony figures No need for alarm cause I'm the nigga You're in the wrong place at the wrong time and you'll catch a pistol whippin but if you got a bong fine Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask your agency how my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch I never saw you, we all crew so you small crews gets no attention I commence to blend, within the background like a chameleon, revealin them This is how I track down traitors [Bridge] Verse Three: Casual I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll make ya kneel, bow when I reveal real styles Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine It's quite funny word to the money that they say we gettin My crew's judicial, you're superficial Need I say more, niggaz get vexed now they got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit niggaz don't know how to flow That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin I must clean the Hip-Hop I'm avare, no one can compare I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better You no better Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after fo'ever so clever Mc's take shorts because Jooooohn. . . knows who's it on |
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