Who Am I lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : Who Am I
 


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