Phonte - Who's That lyrics

[Intro] [Sean Boog Talking] Phonte, L.E.G.A.C.Y., Sean Boog Who's on the drums and the sample? Hehe. I'm f**in' with you. KHRYSIS! [Hook] Just you and me and that dude over there (Who's that?) L.E.G.A.C.Y., we can take it to the d**h Just you and me, we can take it to the d**h Just you and me, ain't nobody else left [Verse One] [L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Who's nice as us? What Legcy on pop verses I +Light It Up+ like Usher at a LB concert f** sh** up My world's not friendly I f** sh** up Tell 'em, mic verse tempt me Take that Now tell me how you like life Khrysis makes tracks like it's Excite Bike Accelerate With all ramps and sh** It's Crystal Lake And my whole camp is sick Not well Your album's better if you got L E.G Man I'm a soldier Your little CD? I use it as a coaster Leave rings on the table Not n***as got labels My n***as stay up Should have told the Titanic And Phonte appears Courtesy of Atlantic With all that bullsh** Yeah, I'm mad at y'all I'm holdin' my dick Yellin' out free Panama [Hook] Just you and me and that dude over there (Who's that?) Sean Boog, I'm comin' up from the rear You know me, it's whatever Sean Boog you know I'm way too clever [Verse Two] [Sean Boog] I done said what I gotta say Why am I still speakin'? It's sleekin' It's hard to keep between +Me, Myself & I+ Soul singin' De La Till Dho hit high notes, the day I blow Brain's hard as the sh** that paves my roads Take my throne the same why I Sat in cla** and take my notes at own will Most cats overk** With they best chance Don't know the deal, get left broke Heads soaked in sweat I soak sh** like Cotex Period Your freak show, take the cheap road Get flat broke like Pete Rose the beat goes (Kissing you and) Kiss my a** I'm gone I'm takin' you to school like Bill Madison Slow as Avalon Stick your game up Pick your weight up I'm sayin' it's Pulp Fiction Motherf**ers say "What again!" [Hook] Just you and me and that dude over there (Who's that?) Phontigga get your hands in air And keep 'em there Nobody tryin' to step to this Get your mind right, I'm a God damn specialist n***a [Verse Three] [Phonte] If the streets is talkin' bout it We doin' somethin' about it, ain't gotta scream it or shout it n***a Hands up in the corner, they got you crowded cause J League up in the buildin', got you surrounded n***a Since we overload When Tay is on the flo' Hear you was tryin' to find a fan Better go to Lowe's Cause that's the only kind you got when I be seein' you, I Make the crowd throw it up like bulimia Let me and Sean Boog on the mic, Tag Teamin' ya +Whoop, There It Is+ n***as, I still don't believe in ya Cause y'all is just average But sayin' I ain't one of the hungriest n***as out right now is just sacrilege And God don't like ugly So get it right buddy That's from the heart, don't need no n***a to write for me I do it to d**h when I'm doin' my thing I'm rap's Milton Bradley, always on top my game You know [Hook] Just you and me and that dude over there (Who's that?) J League, n***as say it ain't fair [Outro] [Phonte talking] Man, I don't gotta say no more man. I'll just talk my way out You know what I'm sayin'? Y'all already know what it is It's Phontigga with Sean Boog. It's Legzilla Stayin' with Khrysis on the tracks. Y'all know how it's goin' down man Yo, everybody keep doin'. We doin' it. Yeah we keep doin' it On and on to the break, keep doin' it. Rock rock to the beat We keep doin' it. Everybody don't stop, keep doin' it