Verse One: Pep Love
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My name be Pep Love
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over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
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alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
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And spin her as I went in her
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she's hot like diner
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she sounds like a tenor
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Then again I wouldn't know, yo
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what is the subject
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the way that Pep Love check
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mics and throw rights and lefts
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Don't move or budge yet
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cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
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I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out
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as we step in
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Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
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cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
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I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen
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a crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens
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Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene
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I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream
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Bringin a pow pow
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shootin up like coke in the veins,
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but now, now
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I'd rather have smoke in the brain
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Who's the pimp?
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The nigga that profits when I rock shit
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I spin
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check this shit which I have concocted
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Then you can jock it
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[Bridge:]
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"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]"
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Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien
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Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came
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your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
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Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
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When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great
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Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it
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I'm right around the corner
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you mourn or you shitted, bricks
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I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
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The agenda will send ya
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in and out through my landscape
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I will ban fakes, phony figures
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No need for alarm cause I'm the nigga
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You're in the wrong place at the wrong time
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and you'll catch a pistol whippin
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but if you got a bong fine
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Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin
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not meant for mockin, or plagiary
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I'm the major G, ask your agency
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how my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch
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I never saw you, we all crew
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so you small crews gets no attention
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I commence to blend, within the background
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like a chameleon, revealin them
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This is how I track down traitors
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[Bridge]
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Verse Three: Casual
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I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude
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I gate crews
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drop that shit kid
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I'll make ya kneel, bow
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when I reveal real styles
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Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin
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cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine
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It's quite funny
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word to the money that they say we gettin
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My crew's judicial, you're superficial
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Need I say more, niggaz get vexed
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now they got me leavin bodies on the floor
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like homeless
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I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean
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Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit
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niggaz don't know how to flow
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That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin
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I must clean the Hip-Hop
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I'm avare, no one can compare
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I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better
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You no better
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Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after fo'ever
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so clever Mc's take shorts because Jooooohn. . .
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knows who's it on
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Who's It On
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