What We Have Here Songtext
von JV

What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump
What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump

I take my place for my coast and represent
To rap bad like a rasta with a Chinese accent
JV is a lady harder than cement
Say G, my styles′ll mention you a one-room tent

'Cause rap is construction, I′m bustin' and buildin'


Wieldin′ rhymes through your heart, bustin′ your shield in
Revealin' some rappers sound like they be squealin′
With voices higher than mine and no feelin'
That ain′t appealin', dark rap is what I′m dealin'
Killin' off MCs to the beat that bump
My engines are revvin′, you put butt in clunker
He′s a chump, goodnight, Irene, you're good at somethin′
Raps stunk, but my shit drop like kerplunk
Bust over jazzy stuff like I rip up funk
JV, woof, woof, West Coast givin' it up

What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump
What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump

I′m bustin' up the rap game, somethin′, somethin'
With your loot and your bitches' beats bumpin′
Nothin′s gonna stop me, no rapper you know could top the
Fucked up off of every drug but weed
Kick that game, hooker dames and they pimps can't believe
Thinkin′ deeper than a scientist could ever achieve


I've mastered every rap style ever conceived, see
Wherever you from, I got what you need
But disrespect and excruciating pain you bleed
I got a twist for every one of them haters up my sleeve
Buckwheat, I said it once, I′ll say it again
All attempts to fuck with this result in dead ends

Death to a traitor and my rule don't bend
Phony marks that′s bitin' my image is dyin'
Cut a hole through hip-hop too big to mend
Walkin′ fearless in a lion′s den, faded men
With the rigorous, most vigorous rhymes to send
This ain't make-believe, this ain′t no pretend
But hip-hop was dead until Buckwheat walked in
So you acknowledge a rapper that's polished
Dishin′ out punishment, turnin' killers Amish

Opposite of calm is ill, not demonic
Put your hand on the Bible and swear I ain′t the bombest
Indeed, the honorable Bucka can't read

W-E-S-T S-I-D-E

What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump
What we have here make your system thump
What we have here gonna make us lumps
Of money, shoot your feet, yo, that beat just bump
Make my homegirls dance and the homies dump