Testo di I GOT THAT – Ras Kass ft. Coast Contra, Inspectah Deck

[Intro: Ras Kass & Russell Peters]
Man, fuck Russell Peters! That fool got one leg talkin' 'bout he 'bout to run it up
Your mama got lace front pussy hair but we've all seen this before

[Chorus]
I've got some shit
I've got that shit, y'all
Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
I've got some shit! Yeah! Yo! Yo!
When I die want a pyramid off the 105
So you can see it next to LAX when you drive by
Big LED screens that light up the sky
And my mind converted to AI
So my great-grandkids can talk to BaBa with Wi-Fi
And ask why Ras slicker than K-Y
I got sleep apnea, why you sleepin' on me?
Got a chip on my shoulder and a fuckin' bad knee

[Verse 2: Ras Austin]
I got that "Ugh!", that funky, that wet hair, honky
That dog in me, I ball hard 'til God give me my shot
My spot's finna boss up, ain't just flunky
Y'all in the mirror like Monkey See Monkey Do and it do look funky
I got that drug mule, donkеy
Even my half-ass shit is crack
No gas, they hit them tracks likе junkies
So if you need that, I got that, homie

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
We drop that shit, you cop that shit
See us real time, know we got that shit
Accordin' to the blood test, they say it's in my DNA
The cryo lab said they'd even pay
I got two O's of gelato, I got flow cold as Chicago
Six feet four, I stand on business
Bet y'all crash the whip off this shit really y'all

[Chorus]
I've got that shit, y'all
Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all

[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
Yeah! Yeah!
I got a whole lot to say and not a whole lot of time
I travel on the path with the tribe, Check The Rhime
I display shine like a jewelry store
That's what the groupies saw, I keep smoke like a humidor
Pay attention to the speaker with the keynotes
I got about an hour then I gotta see the P.O
Hit me on speed dial, I got what you need
The real hip hop, block work for the fiends

[Verse 5: Taj Austin]
Save, save what you got for your bad ass cousin
Remember me? Uncle Sam's son, boy, I'm leavin' here with somethin'
Of yours 'cause there's somethin' on my mind
All you niggas out of pocket, make the wallet hard to find
For the "whoop whoop" criminal
Bars make the microphone fiend, take chemicals, streamin' through the ventricles
I got love for the game, got the heart to match
I got the world in my palms, yeah, I got it like that

[Verse 6: Ras Kass]
My feature verse murder for hire, I'm Lil Durk
Only time I'm really spiritual is pourin' a Port
Almost moved to Puerto Rico, poppin' a cork
Proposed to by a princess but Papa a jerk
'Cause my pullout game is nice, cockblockin' a stork
More committed to work, devastated, her feelings was hurt
I got trust issues, got a lust demon
Rappers I must diss you but I got no reason

[Chorus]
I've got that shit, y'all
Y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all
I've got that shit, y'all