Timbaland - Who Am I - Twista lyrics

[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? that's 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, N**** wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction, with tha gun c***tin Drum knockin, gotta get off B****es and k**as in the front watchin Flowin with like a finna studda some Betta come off a bu*ta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were I'm a flow until my belly hurt Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt Let it rough, 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 muthaf***a 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, b****es, and hustlers I get up in the guts homie, never phoney Hitta wigga when he run up on me Y'all muthaf***as still don't know me Let em' learn slowly [Chorus: x2] Who you be? I'm the one that stay high Center make up the party, rockin' bodie With tha thugga hands up in the sky Never shy he's fly Who am I, who you be? I'm the one's gon' get buck T-straight from the Chi Ribal, h*mosydal, 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 with the ribs stickin' through the hood Up to no good that's why'd stay they misunderstood And I'm always in the mix of some s***s Scoop a shawty an she thick And tha b**** gets grip in them hips Put a dick on the lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that b**** Now who you be? The one who's on the dance floor Sex goin' be one of the ma** hoes Freak on a bad hoe You's could really want to flash gold Turn a hater to a sa** hoe Play an ballin' up at Cape Town, strippin went down Study, tippin' off of CD's an Tapes Though see n****s see Gs to take Run up to the car, got no things They got CD's to break, no easy pace Who you be? The crime cause other obituary an uligy Photo stank and y'all be who to see Only smokin' it with you and me Lets go hang out where the booty be I was on sumthin, no frontin' Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin' Grinnin while up in the curb Want to journey for herb Always tellin' somebody to smoke somethin' True indeed [Chorus: x2] The one that's flowin' fluently Make yo baby say goo to me What you did to her Didn't ask why I hit her for 'Cause the game like literature Get it Get it girl I don't know what you was waitin' on But if you ain't with a partner This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil' bit of that body We goin' party till we sky high To my players an soldiers, shady n****s, 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 y'all need ta know me, the one an only Pimp slap tingin' twista from the Chi Makin' competition die slowly Who am I? [Chorus: x2] [Timbaland] Ha ha ha ha Y'all 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 Thing ya know what I'm sayin' Timbaland and Twista Y'all fools couldn't recognize could ya? I put it down for all parts of the area We out