Who S It On lyrics

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Send "Who S It On" Ringtone to your Cell 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 Send " Who S It On" Ringtone to your Cell Who S It On lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Who S It On lyrics @ ELyrics | Who S It On lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Who S It On lyrics @ Songlyrics | Who S It On lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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