| We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks
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| Tell em Who Do Dat? |
| Tell em Who Do Dat?
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| We got, Ultimate beats, underground, the streets
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| Tell em Who Do Dat? |
| Tell em Who Do Dat?
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| We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks
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| Hiero, Hiero
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| The Way that ima rock you tho
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| Take you deep like John Christo
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| But show no compassion (why?)
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| Cuz I’m intergalactic, my mental react with
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| Unearthly tactics
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| Words can’t capture the feeling of the master
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| Busting rhymes at ya
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| I met emcees like chemical dependencies
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| A pioneer, navigate over embassies
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| Don’t try it here
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| I’m finna tell ya, stay off my genitalia
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| You’ll find out it won’t pay off and then you’ll fail, to acknowledge the style
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| is rap side
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| Demolish, with rhymes that shine like polish
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| Pastors relinquish their titles, aborting the recitals
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| Cuz to me, eating rappers is tradition
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| No, like kissing under the mistletoe
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| Never bless I’m on a mission wishing for
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| Cash flow for these raps and pages
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| They make me feel so advantageous
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| When emcees get courageous
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| And try to play this
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| What’s my name, remain for ages
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| I smash them like a comet, everybody tryna see me
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| They look through Hubble telescope’s is funking on a video
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| For miles of freestyles, i hang out on a nee nee
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| There’s always one emcee who gets greedy
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| Dress up and tryna be me, press up and get acheful for a while with your
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| premature style
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| When you see the wrong smile, now me mugging
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| Better try hugging me, or the other shit gonna bring out the thug in me
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| Then it gets ugly, S-K-S 45 through your vest
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| For violating the love in me, but i ain’t tripping
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| I’m on a whole othery
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| Leaving you speechless, chilling on them red clay beaches
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| While your peach just watch the shore my knock galore
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| And peach is your crew president
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| And whoever he represent is hesitant to step to me
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| It’s me and my colossal sound, with the knocks that pound
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| Cas' rules everything around
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| We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks
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| Tell em Who Do Dat? |
| Tell em Who Do Dat?
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| We got, Ultimate beats, underground, the streets
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| Tell em Who Do Dat? |
| Tell em Who Do Dat?
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| We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks
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| Hiero, Hiero |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Do Dat , by - CASUAL. Song from the album Meanwhile, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп