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hilltop hoods - whatcha got lyrics
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(suffa with pressure)
i got
hundreds of people asking me, getting p-ssed with me
and dissin me
literally blasting me, asking me
when the hoods’ new alb-m’s gonna drop
and where it is, well here it is
man i got
the mic in front of me, peeps to the back of me
pressure to the right of me
and soul inside of me
i got a variety of rhymes (i rock the spot)
i got notoriety of rhymes (talk about what i got)
[verse 1]
(pressure and suffa)
a sense of pride so lets just ride off my anguish
have the sense to slide and coinside with my language
i got microphones and my piece of mind
despite my closure, get a piece of mind off my problem piece of rhymes
i got my own view, my own reflection in the mirror
i got enough noise to make micky loud, i scream i hear ya
i got plenty of mates (and i’ve got plenty of enemies)
and i’ve got plenty of hate (for the many bad memories)
i got energy thats translated into speech
when i’m (packing beats, beats, beats)
the beats on my acca make the world go round
and then i put it on my (rollin, rollin, rollin)
roll the sequencer, two seqencer
track format
and mate i gotta speak with yer
i got problems with my wage try’na make ends meat
i guess it’s either getting paid or respect on the street
i got envy and jealousy, you’re planning on telling me
to drop a new lp because the melody’s remedy
i got my own shadow that
follows me in footsteps
i’ve had enough people worrying about the props that the hoods’ get
so why not, worry about what you’ve got
cos i got, enough of that old fly rock
to make your girlfriends thighs rock
check what i got
her own hands between her legs
had a tap like a keg while you were drinking the dregs
just pull the styles fine, told her to lick her fingers
answer up the b-ss line, hook from charlie mingers
and lingers in the track makes you believe in god when
suffa’s so fat i guess i got a weight problem
i got a squadron of b-boys ready to break em’ off
i break em’ off then and then, from a cut of me costing
i got you at a loss when you give it up for charity
got clarity, i spose i get exposure like a gallery
i got a four door car and a three room home
i got weekly repayments on a two grand loan
i got one life to live and no second chances
and mates that are writers and ryhmers of break dancers
clothes on my back and friends that i trust
i got flows that are phat and a heart full of l-st
i got a sense of pride, i got agility and speed
emence ability, man i got everything i need
i got three hoods, the closeness for three times the dopeness
see even if the nature cant get the situation is still hopeless
i got my notice from non-composers, from their posters
i suppose, so once i come the dopest
(and you notice)
i got a mic thats my companion
my hood labels me champion
where here to get your publishes with you, we’re undermanned
i live a life thats demandive but still got positivity
i got to explore each and every posibility
hip hop is feeling me its going straight to my head
(like those seizures when i rap i’m taking grape juice and sudafed)
if you can get brews then i got ryhmes
i got a cavalcade of battle rage to i got mine so
(get thrust, cause other mc’s can’t deal with us)
i feel a must to get what i haven’t got, a stagnent rock is
filling my ears and getting more play than clatterol
(i got a sense of direction and a comp-ss
drive past mc’s with no comp-ssion, though i heard the scream sounds)
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