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МузыкаTimbaland & Magoo / Who Am I
Who Am IWho am I, Nigga wit tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,with the the gun cocked in Drum knockin, gotta get off Bitches and killas in the front watchin Flowin if like im finna studda some betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were imma flow until my belly hurt pimp nigga rockin on the stage and rock on in that petty shirt Let it ruff, ooh feels like another 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 the heat steady reefa rollin bullets body decomposion i remember the weak on the Timbaland beat You remember the beat Conversation we had when my adrinaline was rushin check yo breaks and knee pads when the twist to get to bustin bodies gon get rushed in i can make em hit the dance flo Brothas, bitches, and hustlas i get up in the guts homie, neva phoney hitta wigga when he run up on me yall muthafuckas still dont know me Let em learn slowly [Chorus x2] Who you be? im the one that stay high center make up the party, rockin bodies nigga thro ya hands up in the sky neva shy he's fly Who am i, who you be? im the one's gon get buck T-straight from the Chi Rival, homicidal, 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's who surrounded by the wood 5oo wit the ribs stickin through the hood up to no good thats why'd say they misunderstood and im always in tha mix of some shits scoop a shawty and she thick and the bitch getts grip in them lips putta dick on the lips top it doggy 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 you's 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 CDs and tapes though see niggas see Gs to take Run up to the car, got no thangs they got CDs to break, no easy space Who you be? the crime cause other obituary an uligy photo stank and yall be who to see only smokin it wit you and me lets go hang out where tha booty be i was on somethin, frontin yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin Grinnin while up in the curb wanna journey for herb always tellin somebody to smoke sumthin true indeed [Chorus x2] the one thats flowin fluently make yo baby saygoo to me Watcha did to her didnt ask why i hit her for cause the game like literature get it get it girl i dont know what u was waitin on but if you aint wit a partna this young monsters a fly guy shake a lil bit of that body we gon party till we sky high to my playas and soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes. pimps strikin fees and red bones ghetto fees and Gs and MCs for the rifols the one that be kickin off air time from sunrise ta bedtime all of yall need to know me, the one and only pimp slach tingin twista from the Chi makin compitition die slowly WHO AM I? [Chorus x2] |
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