check this shit 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
it "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it
Traduzione: Casuale. Chi E 'On.
quick But that?s cool, ?cause now it?s just me and my music Skin deep was the beauty on the physical frame But check her mind was the same making it
Rapper for today's youth, check the attribute Name Sensai, AOF, make niggaz regroup Scoop these, ramsacked tracks like jewel thieves Break it down to the matter cause the chatter's on
heart in two ways fills my soul If honesty has a price Then I wont fucking pay it We will take our dreams straight to the grave Choke on this and on my words And on
rooms Furnished up, too many foul niggas time to turn it up Push it by the buck and shift gears burn the clutch Cause it's like this, for these chips
It's ethics calculated steps through geometrics Ways spinnin double Shades of base linin 97' expidition Disflavored all tha trimmins Travel light push tha LS on casual
it?s not a failure ?Cuz there?s one thing she is not To score a ten would be just fine But I?d rather be dressed to the nines It?s a truth you can?t
casual look will do Just what in the world has come over you? I can feel it in the wind and it's upside down I can feel it in the dust as I get off
shit to incite the young, to fight the one who keeps them on a level that's minimum That's the number one reason [Chorus: sample of Luther Ingram's "
prize I let slip on by Suddenly wringin' out these \"why?\"s that won't come dry She's got the style and finesse that's Far from sleazy, easy casual sex
out my future cuz my families tight We keep it thorough I get inside ya head just like a neuro-surgeon There's some my origin it's discouragin No fadin
it Now in every way I hope you know where we about to take it In every way I hope you know where we about to take it take it {repeat to end}
who got the mad new shit [Cappadonna] The pillage, the pillage, the pillage Oceanwide, Donna on the outside Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide His side is gone, it's
'n you aint fuckin' with me. [chorus] Later on, Casual, the dopest rapper in hip hop music, marks! Alright, uh I sit up on my futon and ask myself who's
one rude individual when my mood is in the critical stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around
to Casual has stuck a few For a buck or two ?Cluck? and you Best bag up Or have to duck a few blows That's how it is and that's how its supposed to be
