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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "Who Got da Props" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. Black Moon

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    Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
    Suckers want to flow but they got no show
    So I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
    Buckshot's the one that gets the job done
    Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set
    Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret
    No holds barred, and complete move fakers
    Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
    If she's a crab I'm a diss her and 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, killing your set every day
    Microphone check 1, 2, here we go
    And I'm a let you know, who got the flow
    Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon
    Suckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know

    [Chorus]
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)

    One Mississippi, two mississippi
    Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's
    But I'm a get paid from the 90's
    Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie
    Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques
    Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks
    Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
    Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill
    See I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing
    This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting
    The ones who tried to diss and play high? Oh no
    Just cause you had low, see now I got dough
    And I'm paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone
    Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome
    Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do
    Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know

    [Chorus]
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)

    I'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega
    Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy
    When I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy"
    I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey"
    But now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me
    I'm sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush
    You'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker
    Cause I'm a set it off with one shot
    One trigger, one nigga ??? heads drop
    Don't even try to play me out cause static
    Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic
    Rip the set, my friend's mad tight
    Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype
    Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I'm a let you know

    [Chorus]
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)

    One, two, melody shows
    And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing
    Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty
    Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40
    Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT
    Bust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that
    Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
    Elude the hook and, your whole beat's tookin'
    Must take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man
    Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam
    Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose
    When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze
    Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie
    Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me
    Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers
    Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper
    keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro
    And I'm a let you know...

    [Chorus]
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    Who got the props? *bo!*
    5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, MJJN LLC.
    Written by Ewart Dewgarde, Ken Blake.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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