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Текст (слова) песни: Casual f Pep Love, Del - Who`s It On

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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