Whatcha Got? lyrics

[Hook: Suffa]
I got
Hundreds of people asking me, getting p*ssed with me
And dissin me
Literally blasting me, asking me
When the Hoods' new album'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, my 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 & Suffa]​
A sense of pride so let's just ride off my anguish
Have the sense to slide and coincide with my language
I got microphones and my piece of mind
Despite my closure, get a piece of mind off my problem beats and 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 that's translated into speech
When I'm "rocking beats, beats, beats"
The beats on my acca will 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 meet
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 cos 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
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Check what I got, her own hands between her legs
Had a tap like a keg while you was drinking the dregs!
She's full of styles, fine - told her a look to lick the fingers
Answer up the bass line, hook from Charlie Mingers
And lingers in the track makes you believe in God when
Suffa's so phat, I guess I got a weight problem
I got a squadron of b-boys ready to break em' off
I break em' off there and then, from a cut of me costing
I got you at a loss when you give it up like 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 rhymers that are break dancers
Clothes on my back and friends that I trust
I got flows that are phat and a heart full of lust
I got a sense of pride, I got agility and speed
Immense ability, man I got everything I need

[Verse 3: Pressure]
I got 3 Hoods, the closeness for 3 times the dopeness
See even if the nation carcus, situation is still hopeless
I got my notice from non-composers from their posters
I suppose someone becomes the dopest (and you notice)
I got a mic that's my companion, my hood labels me champion
We're here to get your publishes with you, we're undemanding
I live a life that's demandive but still got positivity
I got to explore each and every posibility
Hip Hop is feeling me, it's 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, cos other MC's can't deal with us"
I feel a must to get what I haven't got
A stagnate rock is filling my ears and getting more played like Panadol
"I got a sense of direction and a compass
Drive past MC's with no compassion, though I heard the scream sounds"
[Hook:]
Check it out, (what you got), I got
Check it out, (what you got), I got
Check it out, (what you got), I got
Check it out...
I got
Hundreds of people asking me, getting p*ssed with me
And dissin me
Literally blasting me, asking me
When the Hoods' new album'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, my soul inside of me
I got a variety of rhymes (I rock the spot)
I got notoriety of rhymes (talk about what I got)