Who Am I Lyrics

Who Am I lyrics

featuring 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