Текст песни Who's It On - Del the Funky Homosapien , Casual , 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
Ahe'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
"Who's
it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
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on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
"Who's
it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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
and
the
faders
"Who's
it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
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it
on,
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it
on?
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it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
"Who's
it
on,
who's
it
on,
who's
it
on?
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
scene
I'm
aware,
no
one
can
compare
so
I
fiend
To
hear
a
nigga
who
can
flow
better,
you
no
better
Hieroglyphics
runnin'
shit
from
here
till
after
forever
So
clever
MC's
take
shorts
because
John
knows
who's
it
on
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