Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Run It?, artist - O.C.. Album song Starchild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grit
Song language: English
Who Run It? |
| Yeah… who run it? |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeh yep yep! |
| Who run it? |
| Who run it? |
| Turn the beat up a little more |
| Who run it? |
| O, fa' sho, pit any rapper against me |
| In they chest I blow a motherfuckin hole |
| Flow sorta like slow draggin the blunt smoke |
| Inhale then blow out O’s of nostrils |
| God I mastered the art of this, smashin you novices |
| I tell you what the problem is, Mush equal dominance |
| You gonorrhea, need a shot of penicillin in your rear |
| Niggas ain’t, burnin SHIT over here |
| Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over |
| Toss over your name is mud homes your reign’s over |
| Drunk flow at the same time sober |
| A-Side cobra, B-Side squeeze like a boa (pour wine) |
| 'Til my gettin A display run on |
| 'Bout to make Miles drop it or I make history |
| It’s this day I take a step up to legendary |
| Never mind the rest, O.C.'s very necessary |
| poet teacher |
| Who run it? |
| Uhh, yo |
| You feel it’s weak what I say, hey tough titty |
| Mush must admit he prove a point in a New York minute |
| Still mentionin my name, still in the trench of the game |
| Still do a joint venture if they give a offer pay it |
| Thought orbit like a rocket O sittin in the cockpit |
| Me plus poetry finesse equal profits |
| Invadin your metropolis, Doc Octopus with shades |
| Eight bars times two, who gon' stop this? |
| My sixth day laid back, at the same time |
| Address it whether on ProTools or ADAT |
| Any doubts towards me bet yo' ass I change that |
| Pen or sword I trace a O on your frame black |
| ASAP to my benefit I feed off the ridicule |
| He cop to spit at you, he 'bout to get at you |
| Tough talk turn tame now duke’s political |
| It’s funny how, steel turn the bold to the beautiful |
| Who run it? |
| poet teacher |
| Who run it? |
| Who run it? |
| Yo, all aboard train 'bout to leave the platform |
| Fans ask for him, many trips overseas just to rap for 'em |
| So many rappers in the battle got they ass torn |
| Very few admit they’ve partaken in my crash course |
| At last the underground king once more |
| Will induce labor able for a son or daughter born |
| O brought many along this road yellow brick |
| Nowadays generation don’t recognize SHIT |
| Third lung carry second wind, no mistake or punch |
| A crack in my voicebox locks on point |
| Think it write it spit it got it with the rhythm in sync |
| Failsafe raps fire when horsetowns I trailblaze |
| Sick with it, lyrics lick with acid |
| Shapely tasteful bad like Angela Bassett |
| Pass that lit, inebriated and hand that |
| Soon available on vinyl, CD and cassette |