Timbaland, Twista - Who Am I

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'mma bring a special guest in He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out Who am I, nigga with the blunt, steady trippin Sippin on the concoction, with the gun cocked in Drum knockin, gotta get off Bitches and killas in the front watchin Flowin with like a finna studda some Betta come off a by the ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were I'mma 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 into it with the opposition in my position I break 'em off when I give 'em the heat Steady reefer rollin, bullets body decomposin I dismember the weak on a Timbaland beat You remember the deep, conversation we had When my "Adrenalin" was rushin, check yo brakes and knee pads When the Twista get to bustin, parties 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 Hit em' wicked when they run up on me And motherfuckers still don't know me Let 'em know slowly Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? Who you be? Who am I? The one that's surrounded by the wood 500 with the rims dippin through the hood Up to no good thats why I steady stay misunderstood And I'm always in the mix of some shit Scoop a shawty and she thick And the bitch getta grip on 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 ho, youse could really wanna flash gold Turn a hater to a sass ho Play and ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down Stedy, tippin off of CD's and tapes Though see niggas 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 Always on sumthin, no frontin Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin Grinnin while I'm bending the curb On the journey journey for herb Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin True indeed Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? 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 might get at ya Get it Get it girl I don't know what you was waitin on But if you ain't 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 niggas, young thugs and strap holders Pimps strikin fees and red bones Ghetto fees and Gs and MC's for the rap folders The one that be kickin off air time From sunrise to bedtime All of yall need to know me, the one and only Pimp slash brotha twista from the Chi Makin competition die slowly Who am I? Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Same nigga rock a party, rock a body Make ya throw ya hands up in the sky Let the shotties 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 strut T-N-T now what's up - who am I? 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