Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Got It On Lock?, artist - Guru. Date of issue: 13.01.2008
Song language: English
Who Got It On Lock? |
| Who got the props, who got the props? |
| Big Guru, Solar and Doo Wop |
| Who got the props, who got the props? |
| Big Guru, Solar and Doo Wop |
| You dudes are merely dorks and derelicts |
| You’re swined out; |
| you’re eatin that pork and you better quit |
| Front will set it quick, got so much you’ll never get |
| See that thing between your shoulders — you get it split |
| I live what I know, I learn and I gain |
| Left that old shit alone, seen it burnin in flames |
| I’m, turnin the pain into masterpieces |
| Cause 7 Grand militias it’s our turn in the game |
| Hold your dome money; |
| I’m, shockin your system |
| For the blocks and the prisons, we’re unlockin the rhythms |
| Solar and Guru, blow a hole right through you |
| In the blink of an eye, say goodbye, that’s what you’ll do |
| So let me break it down nice and clear |
| Soon as you sleep, you will find your worst nightmare |
| Hit you right where you least expect (SURPRISE~!) |
| So we gon' get at you quick, and make you eat your threats |
| (Let's do it) |
| 7 Grand, y’know |
| Uhh, uhh, yo |
| Spaz hard when I hear a classic tune like this |
| Reminisce back when Mary Blige used to sniff |
| And the things lost on trip to the rockets |
| And in Virginia some white man, lost half his dick to Bobbett |
| (Give me a light fam) Branson chocolate to grand projects |
| Everytime that we shook the NARCs |
| Brooklyn cats had the fade with the half moon part |
| While Harlem and the Bronx kept it gully with the skully |
| Queens, rock 40's like Onyx |
| Regardless where you was from you was bumpin that «Chronic» |
| Nigga stop frontin; |
| Doc and Snoop brought down the roof |
| First time that I heard 'em I was down at the deuce (remember that) |
| Return of the Dragon, Chuck Norris and Bruce |
| Snuck in to see 2Pac in «Juice» |
| Brown bag in the jacket of my Karl Kani suit |
| Me and Bam used to mix St. Ides with juice |
| Then we hit up White Castle or the diner |
| Probably stop a moose with the crash bar we had on that Pathfinder |
| I ain’t sayin in the past, just rewind for a minute |
| Fast forward God remind these niggas |
| — repeat 2X |