Who's It On Lyrics - Singles - Casual

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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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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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