Текст (слова) песни: Casual - Who`s It On

[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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» Casual - I Didn`t Mean To
» Casual - Me O Mi O
» Casual - Be Thousand
» Casual - Follow the Funk
» Casual - That Bullshit
» Casual - Windows
» Casual - Me O Mi O
» Casual - Later On
» Casual - Lose In The End
» Casual - We Don`t Get Down
» Casual - Later On
» Casual - That Bullshit
» Casual - Where They At?
» Casual - Who`s It On
» Casual - Thats How It is Part 2
» Casual - Windows
» Casual - Fear Itself


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Casual - Who`s It On [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Who`s It On: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/20284.html Все тексты песен: Casual » Casual - We Got It Like That » Casual - He Think He Raw » Casual - Whos It On » Casual - I Didn`t Mean To » Casual - Me O Mi O » Casual - Be Thousand » Casual - Follow the Funk » Casual - That Bullshit » Casual - Windows » Casual - Me O Mi O » Casual - Later On » Casual - Lose In The End » Casual - We Don`t Get Down » Casual - Later On » Casual - That Bullshit » Casual - Where They At? » Casual - Who`s It On » Casual - Thats How It is Part 2 » Casual - Windows » Casual - Fear Itself Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Ланцберг - Колыбельная для Саши » Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада о ненависти (использована в филь » Владимир Высоцкий - Он был хирургом » Вера Вотинцева - Песенка про грабли » Валентин Ушканов - Cиний ветер дальних странствий, веет ветер над землёю... » Вадим Кондратюк - Ветер » Владимир Семенов - Гойя » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня-сказка про джинна » Вероника Долина - Поэт » Владимир Высоцкий - Лежит камень в степи » Валерий Миляев - Письмо » Вадим Певзнер - Зимняя канавка » Виктор Каменский - Колыбельная » Виолетка - Ведь я не робот » Валентина Легкоступова - Ягода малина » Владимир Высоцкий - Про нечистую силу » Валерий Леонтьев - После праздника » Вопли Видоплясова - Полытрок » Виктор Луферов - Перед тем как к вам прийти зашел я к Господу... » Владимир Муромцев - Невымытая чашка из-под кофе...
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