Hopsin - What We Got lyrics

[Verse 1: Critta] I said watch out watch out hip hop with 'em coming through I been right outside your window saying how I see you (I see you) Truce, well I guess it's time to introduce Myself to the game, why you complain, the pain was self induced Like I [?] loose With a little of booze, there's no excuse 'Cause I came at the right angle but her p**y was too obtuse Every time that I get a little wild End up at the top and I'm looking down Free fall like a rock when I hit the ground (Done jumping the man) yeah I like your sound So insane wit' it That you get it with a brain quit playing with it So sick [?] grenade blows The tension [?] you motherf**ers ain't sh** That's how we do this, Hop and Critta man we dropping some new sh** Leave you toothless On the park bench singing how we do it Gotta [?] I'm only giving you my two cents I'm a ruthless nuisance Spitting so quick gotta look like an audio illusion When I'm cruising please don't get of my way, you're I'm loosing Confusing this bomb that I set wait What the f** am I doing? You know I got the balls so I put them to wall Boom, that's how we do it [Hook: Hopsin] Drop your motherf**in' weapons It's Hop and Critta Ain't had no meal in a long a** time n***a what's for dinner? Yeah what we got (ey), yeah what we got (ey) Yeah what we got (ey), c'mon what we got (ey) We some thinners, so what you want now? We gon' get it popping soon as the sun's down Yeah what we got (plays), yeah what we got (knives) Yeah what we got (grenades), yeah what we got (surprise) [Verse 2: Hopsin] Hi! Surprise it's I, everybody better run quick 'Fore I unzip my luggage and grab the gun clip And bust till your lung's drip All types of sh** Blood, mucus [?] Drugs you get to flush Plus you get to rush What's cooler than us, nothing Keep your motherf**in' mouth closed Homie, we about to stuff you in the truck Anybody gotta problem with me It's no thing I'ma off 'em quickly s** dick 'til the balls are dripping But yell out till the law come gets me n***as like me are often tricky Yes I know, I'm giving you a taste of the westside flow Give me a minute because I'm 'bout to show you n***as how I strep my throat The dog is out n***as be talking but never wanna call 'em out What's this is all about? I see them arm me down but then I called to doubt If they ever think and trying then I stomp 'em out Yo Critta tell 'em what we really do I'ma rent a hotel with a mini room Put 'em inside of a bag Drag all of [?] 'Cause we don't never take bullsh** from any dude What? I'm far from an icon Yep! I'm strapped with pipe bomb I blow this b**h for no reason The moment you hit the big bang, then our life's gone Get down, Glock and load I'ma be on all y'all, let's rock and roll I'ma take your cheese, then I'm out the door If you don't wanna give it up, then the block explodes [Hook: Hopsin] Drop your motherf**in' weapons It's Hop and Critta Ain't had no meal in a long a** time n***a what's for dinner? Yeah what we got (ey), yeah what we got (ey) Yeah what we got (ey), c'mon what we got (ey) We some thinners, so what you want now? We gon' get it popping soon as the sun's down Yeah what we got (plays), yeah what we got (knives) Yeah what we got (grenades), c'mon what we got (surprise) [Verse 3: Critta] Welcome back, it's I Jump out of a cake, surprise Done civilized design Wanna back up your behind, it's fine But I really wanna hit it from both sides Got a hungry mind (mind) So I k** it every time (time) Get around in a line Ready or not I'm about to blow up Like a [?] mine So I know you wanna hit me, k** me, swiftly Quickly feel me, snip me Trip me strictly, but you never get me Gotta borrow soap 'cause I'm feeling filthy Well I guess I'm guilty Gotta start running from the law Every time I get this [?] doing like this Put the crowd in awe, like my jaw So you know why I'm hungry yo Gotta get it I'm an underdog Feel it coming when the thunder rolls I'm ready for bad I'm little [?] 'Cause I've always been a little strange Never really wanted me to change f**ed up things inside of my brain f** fruit of the loom, [?] Hanes Well me in particular Commit manslaughter, vehicular Money but we [?] testicular I keep middle finger perpendicular Cool it down I'ma get a little hot Jump around then the album drops Needed a sound and I'm calling Hop To show you motherf**ers just what we got [Hook: Hopsin] Drop your motherf**in' weapons It's Hop and Critta Ain't had no meal in a long a** time n***a what's for dinner? Yeah what we got (ey), yeah what we got (ey) Yeah what we got (ey), c'mon what we got (ey) We some thinners, so what you want now? We gon' get it popping soon as the sun's down Yeah what we got (plays), yeah what we got (knives) Yeah what we got (grenades), yeah what we got (surprise) [Outro: Critta] You know what the f**in' deal is Come and get it