[Intro: Truck Turner, Humpty Hump]
Mhm
Yeah, D.U
Truck Turner
BDP
Why?
Yeah
Humpty Humpty bout to put his thing thing down
BDP in tha house, wassup?
Truck T in tha house

[Verse 1: Humpty Hump]
Oh, yeah, here we go again
Instant paper to the pen
Yeah, to bring the lines then
Begin, I’ve already begun
Skyy Vodka on my tongue
Bottles up while daddy’s about to come
And cough up the lyrical loogie
You’d think I was a break booth the way these n***as salute me
It’s prime rhyme time I gets mine baby paw
I leave you in a state of awe
I rips it on the first bra
Crackabis with that cigar
Tuning like a guitar, so far
These workie rappers, your flows do amaze me
You all deserve the bubble yo
But some is having trouble so
Knock on my door, bring a cup
I’ll hook you up, baby, fix you up
A proper cup of Humpty gravy
I put new n***as on y’all
Cause I fall, they’d be savin’ me
Holler at me, don’t be pagin’ me
You can’t, I never owned one, that’s on my mother
I hate the little annoying ass battery having fuckers
Ask anybody they know
A track without the gravy is like dried mashed potatoes
Peace to BDP they hooked me up heavy
Everybody else form a line and get your cups ready
[Chorus]
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
Humpty got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
Truck T got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on

[Verse 2: Truck Turner]
Punks tried to duplicate my flavour, Hump
So they could spread the gravy thick
But always ended up relapsed, don’t front
I know we got your tastebuds [?]
My style is offendin’ but I got loose from the begining
No ending, that cup run it over with the gravy
I pour some for my homies, and then I serve the ladies
Baby, but don’t get greedy
Some kids just restart my funky sound so I donate to the needy
But don’t be a [?] this flow is mad fattenin’
The Steelo took the scales when he’s laughin’
Then into calories is like a million
Had to put my flow on a diet just to fit up in the buildin’
So when somebody asks
Who got the gravy and the stash?
You’d better say Hump’ll kick the foot up in that ass
And when somebody else asks
Who got the gravy and the stash
If you don’t say Truck, you’d better get set for the blast
[Chorus]
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
Humpty got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
Truck T got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on

[Verse 3: Humpty Hump, Truck Turner]
A lot of people wanna know the recipe for the gravy
Not Chef Boyardee but cook it all live for you, baby
Damn, the lyrical flow you can’t get out of a can
Stricly homemade to keep a brother paid
This hint can’t be took out of a cookbook
Here’s what you got to do for gravy lyrics in your stew
Add one part skills, two parts flavour
[?] should get the life I have [?] behaviour
Styles upon styles that’s the secret ingredient
Put the top on and let it simmer in experience
Let it marinate, in the slum that’s how we do it
Serve it up, live the facts of life of that I grew with
Sometimes I let the honeys lick the butta out the bowl, funk patrol
Make it sure is hot, don’t serve it cold
We boogie oogie oogie with the track on boil, Humpty!
What?
Spice us!
Look out the cookin’ hole
(Who?)
[Chorus]
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
Yeah
(Who?)
Who got the gravy?
Humpty got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on
Yeah
(Who?)
Who got the gravy?
We got the gravy
Pour it on baby, pour it on baby
(Who?)
Yeah
Who got the gravy?
Truck T got the gravy
Pour it on baby baby, pour it on
(Yeah, hahah)
(Uh)
(Who?)
(Who?)
(D.U. got the gravy, pour it on!)
(Who?)
(We got the gravy)
(Who?)
(Who?)
(Hahahaha, yeah!)