Who Am I Lyrics

Who Am I lyrics

(feat. Twista)

 

 [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 da beat?

 Uh

 [clapping]

 Say what?

 Thats right

 Thank you, thank you, thank you

 [laughing] Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in

 He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out

 

 [Twista]

 Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,

 with tha 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

 Ima flow until my belly hurt

 Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an 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 muthafucka most likely

 To get a tuba with the opposition in my position

 I break em off when I give em tha heat

 Steady re' for rollin

 Bullets body decomposion

 I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat

 You remember the beat

 Conversation we had

 When my adrinallin was rushin

 Check yo brakes and knee pads

 When the twis to get tha bus in

 Bodys gon' get rushed in

 I can make em hit tha dance flo

 Brothas, bitches, and hustlers

 I get up in the guts homie, never phoney

 Hitta wigga when he run up on me

 Yall muthafuckas still don't know me

 Let em' learn slowly

 

 [Chorus:2x]

 Who you be?

 Im tha one that stay high

 Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys

 with tha thugga 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

 Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck

 With tha party up and pimp struck

 T-N-T now I say who am I

 

 Who you be? Who am I?

 The one who's surrounded by the wood

 500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood

 Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood

 And Im always in tha mix of some shits

 Scoop a shawty an she thick

 And tha bitch getts grip in them hips

 Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal

 So I tricked on that bitch

 Now who you be?

 The one who's on tha dance floor

 Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes

 Freak on a bad hoe

 you's could really wanna flash gold

 Turn a hater to a sass hoe

 Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down

 Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes

 Though see niggas see Gs to take

 Run up to tha car, got no thangs

 They got CDs to break, no easy pace

 Who you be?

 The crime cause other obituary an uligy

 Photo stank and yall be who to see

 Only smokin it wid you and me

 Lets go hang out where tha 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 2x]

 

 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 wid 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 an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,

 pimps strikin fees and red bones

 Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols

 The one that be kickin off air time

 From sunrise ta bedtime

 All of yall need ta know me, the one an only

 Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi

 Makin compotition die slowly

 Who am I?

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [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 tha 98 or TNT

 Thang ya know what Im sayin

 Timbaland and Twista

 Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya?

 I put it down for all parts of the area

 We out