Whatcha Got? Hilltop Hoods

[Hook: Suffa]
I got
Hundreds of people asking me, getting pissed 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