Who Got It Lyrics

Song	Who Got It
Artist	Inspectah Deck
Album	The Movement
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Hunter
	"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the intro[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
	Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	Underdawgz in the building,
	U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	Streetlife,
	Size/7, what,
	Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	Yeah, what, it's a
	Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar[Inspectah Deck]
	Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars
	I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar
	I prove my honor, 'cause
	I been through the drama
	Wu-Chronicles, and
	I continue the saga
	Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor
	When I speak,
	I hold the globe like a
	Dhali Llama
	The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha
	The soul father, get to know my whole persona
	Like Shaquana, from
	Guyana, stay lace in cabana
	Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor
	For papa, she shake her tata's like maracas
	Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher
	Stop your offers, cop mine,
	I drop it monster
	Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it's the worst[Chorus: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he..[Inspectah Deck]
	I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb
	One song, give you pipe dreams like
	Cheech & Chong
	Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along
	Be strong, the high last four weeks long
	Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone
	Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn
	Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
	O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned
	Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs
	Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to
	KeyshawnPut your peeps on,
	I spice it up like
	DijonWe be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong
	Don't be alarmed, 'cause indeed the heat is on
	So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs
	If I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and torn
	Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst[Chorus][Inspectah Deck]
	I got the works, like a
	Burger deluxe, you heard it was us
	Got You All in
	Check like
	Dirty and
	Bust'Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
	Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the month
	Dunn, it hurts when
	I touch, flames burst off the verses
	I bustSome wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enough
	What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up
	I'm on the east side, workin' at a
	Mercury truck
	Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush
	Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch
	That's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut
	On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rush
	Here's your beat up,
	I keep the cut, verbally plush
	Keep a burnin'
	Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks
	Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust
	It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst[Chorus][sample to end]

	zuo ci : Hunter
	" He who write the songs.." repeated throughout the intro Intro: Inspectah Deck
	Festos who got it, huh, who got it?
	Underdawgz in the building,
	U. D.' s who got it, huh, who got it?
	Streetlife,
	Size 7, what,
	Johnny Blaze who got it, huh, who got it?
	Yeah, what, it' s a
	Shaolin thing y' all, get familiar Inspectah Deck
	Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars
	I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar
	I prove my honor, ' cause
	I been through the drama
	WuChronicles, and
	I continue the saga
	Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor
	When I speak,
	I hold the globe like a
	Dhali Llama
	The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha
	The soul father, get to know my whole persona
	Like Shaquana, from
	Guyana, stay lace in cabana
	Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor
	For papa, she shake her tata' s like maracas
	Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher
	Stop your offers, cop mine,
	I drop it monster
	Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it' s the worst Chorus: sampled singer Inspectah Deck
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he.. Inspectah Deck
	I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb
	One song, give you pipe dreams like
	Cheech Chong
	Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along
	Be strong, the high last four weeks long
	Get your eat on, she' ll hold you til the fever is gone
	Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn
	Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
	O. D.' ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned
	Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs
	Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to
	KeyshawnPut your peeps on,
	I spice it up like
	DijonWe be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong
	Don' t be alarmed, ' cause indeed the heat is on
	So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs
	If I breathe on the mic, it' s left weakened and torn
	Til he gone, you' ll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst Chorus Inspectah Deck
	I got the works, like a
	Burger deluxe, you heard it was us
	Got You All in
	Check like
	Dirty and
	Bust' Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
	Seein' dollar signs like today' s the first of the month
	Dunn, it hurts when
	I touch, flames burst off the verses
	I bustSome wanna scuff, but ain' t worthy enough
	What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up
	I' m on the east side, workin' at a
	Mercury truck
	Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush
	Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch
	That' s my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut
	On the reup, be sure to catch a third degree rush
	Here' s your beat up,
	I keep the cut, verbally plush
	Keep a burnin'
	Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks
	Won' t you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust
	It' s the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it' s the worst Chorus sample to end

	zuò cí : Hunter
	" He who write the songs.." repeated throughout the intro Intro: Inspectah Deck
	Festos who got it, huh, who got it?
	Underdawgz in the building,
	U. D.' s who got it, huh, who got it?
	Streetlife,
	Size 7, what,
	Johnny Blaze who got it, huh, who got it?
	Yeah, what, it' s a
	Shaolin thing y' all, get familiar Inspectah Deck
	Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars
	I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar
	I prove my honor, ' cause
	I been through the drama
	WuChronicles, and
	I continue the saga
	Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor
	When I speak,
	I hold the globe like a
	Dhali Llama
	The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha
	The soul father, get to know my whole persona
	Like Shaquana, from
	Guyana, stay lace in cabana
	Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor
	For papa, she shake her tata' s like maracas
	Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher
	Stop your offers, cop mine,
	I drop it monster
	Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it' s the worst Chorus: sampled singer Inspectah Deck
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs who got it, huh, who got it?
	He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he.. Inspectah Deck
	I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb
	One song, give you pipe dreams like
	Cheech Chong
	Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along
	Be strong, the high last four weeks long
	Get your eat on, she' ll hold you til the fever is gone
	Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn
	Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'
	O. D.' ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned
	Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs
	Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to
	KeyshawnPut your peeps on,
	I spice it up like
	DijonWe be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong
	Don' t be alarmed, ' cause indeed the heat is on
	So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs
	If I breathe on the mic, it' s left weakened and torn
	Til he gone, you' ll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst Chorus Inspectah Deck
	I got the works, like a
	Burger deluxe, you heard it was us
	Got You All in
	Check like
	Dirty and
	Bust' Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks
	Seein' dollar signs like today' s the first of the month
	Dunn, it hurts when
	I touch, flames burst off the verses
	I bustSome wanna scuff, but ain' t worthy enough
	What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up
	I' m on the east side, workin' at a
	Mercury truck
	Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush
	Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch
	That' s my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut
	On the reup, be sure to catch a third degree rush
	Here' s your beat up,
	I keep the cut, verbally plush
	Keep a burnin'
	Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks
	Won' t you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust
	It' s the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it' s the worst Chorus sample to end

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