Casual Who`s It On Lyrics

Who`s It On Lyrics

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 motherf**kin 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 
I spin 
check this sh*t 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 bit*h 
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 
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' sh*t from here till after fo'ever 
so clever Mc's take shorts because Jooooohn. . . 
knows who's it on