Who Am I

Who Am I

(Timbaland talking:) Da Da Da Da Da Da Yes yes yes yes yes yes It's me again baby, Timbaland And uh, we doin somethin like dis Hear the beat? Uh (*clapping*) Say what? That's right Thank you, thank you, thank you (*laughing*) Uh right now, I'ma bring a special guest in He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out (Verse One: Twista) Who am I, nigga with the blunt, steady trippin Sippin on the concoction, with the gun cocktin Drum knockin, gotta get off Bitches and killas in the front watchin Flowin with like a finna studda some Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were I'ma flow until my belly hurt Pimp nigga rockin on the stage and rock on in the petty shirt Let it ruff, ooh, feels like anotha one Who you be? Mr. Shystie The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea The motherfucker most likely To get a tuba with the opposition in my position I break 'em off when I give 'em the heat Steady re' for rollin, nullets body decomposin I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat You remember the beat, conversation we had When my "Adrenalin" was rushin, check yo brakes and knee pads When the Twista get to bustin, bodies gon' get rushed in I can make 'em hit the dance flo', brothas, bitches, and hustlers I get up in the guts homie, never phony Hitta wigga when he run up on me Yall motherfuckers still don't know me Let 'em learn slowly (Chorus: repeat 2X) Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Center maka up the party, rockin bodies Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Neva shy he's fly - who am I, who you be? I'm the one's gon' get buck, T straight from the Chi Verbal homicide, everybody duck With the party up and pimp struck T-N-T now what's up - who am I? (Verse Two) Who you be? Who am I? The one who's surrounded by the wood 500 with the ribs stickin through the hood Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood And I'm always in the mix of some shits Scoop a shawty and she thick And the bitch getts grip in them hips Putta dick on the lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch, now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex gon be one of the mass hoes Freak on a bad hoe, youse could really wanna flash gold Turn a hater to a sass hoe Play and ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down Study, tippin off of CD's and tapes Though see niggaz see Gs to take Run up to the car, got no thangs They got CD's to break, no easy pace, who you be? The crime cause other obituary and eulogy Photo stank and yall be who to see Only smokin it with you and me Lets go hang out where the booty be I was on sumthin, no frontin Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin Grinnin while up in the curb Wanna journey for herb Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin True indeed (Chorus) (Verse Three) The one thats flowin fluently Make yo baby say goo to me Whatcha did to her Didn't ask why I hit her for Cause the game like liturature Get it Get it gurl I don't know what you was waitin on But if you aint with a partna This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon party till we sky high To my playas and soldiers, shady niggaz, young thugs and strap hoes, pimps strikin fees and red bones Ghetto fees and Gs and MC's for the rifols The one that be kickin off air time From sunrise to bedtime All of yall need to know me, the one and only Pimp slach tingin twista from the Chi Makin compotition die slowly Who am I? (Chorus) (Timbaland) Ha ha ha ha Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya Ha ha I do it like that, I put it down For the 98 or TNT Thang ya know what I'm sayin Timbaland and Twista Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya? I put it down for all parts of the area We out

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