Текст песни
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!
What up? What up? Bo! Bo! Bo!
Suckers wanna flow but they got no show
So I'ma grab the mic, flip a script, believe it's done
Buckshot's the one that gets the job done
Mic check, I get paid to wreck the set
Get ready to jet 'cause I'm a threat to your threat
No holds barred, incomplete rule breakers
Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
If she's a crab, I'ma diss her then slide
If she try to riff, I got my Smith on my side
Word to God, here I come, so make way
Rugged and rough, killin' your set every day
Microphone check, one, two, here we go
And I'ma let you know who got the flow
Spittin' my words like an automatic weapon
Suckers keep steppin' 'cause I'ma let you know
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Sucker tried to diss me, so I played him like a hippie
From the '60s, but I'ma get paid from the '90s
Quick to play your little rascals out like Stymie
Kickin' flavor with my life-saver techniques
Guaranteed to move freaks, and I'll go on for weeks
Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay then chill