Are You That Somebody Lyrics - Singles - Danja Mowf

[danja mowf] 

Uhh, danja mowf 

(what? y'all know) 

North side (aight) south side 

(I know what you thinking) 

Danja mowf 

(real mc's can rip over anything.. lesson a nigga) 

East end, west end 

See the flows that I come wit 

Got y'all niggas talking dumb shit 

About my crew, and the things I do 

I'ma show you, another side of this game like badu 

Why do, you try to 

Test me, don't you know you'll die fool? 

Told you that on power 92, how many times I got to remind you 

Last time, when I blast my fast rhyme i'ma leave your ass cryin 

Better take your wic to the check cash line 

And buy something phat from va and yes that's mine 

D-a, n-j-a, m-o-w-f, or should I say wwf 

The way I'm slamming all these emcees 

Brother please don't trouble yourself 

With that ra-ra, you ca-bore me like zsa-zsa 

Make me laugh like ha, ha 

I got soul like (chiggananah chiggannah) 

Who's that crew, starting with the su to the pa, then 

F to the r to the i-e-n, d-z, off the heeezey 

That's it classic like reebok, so dope that folk need detox 

I don't care if the beat knocks 

I could rip it with your momma on the beatbox 

Taking us out is hard b 

So if you feel you wanna battle when you see us in the party 

You better ask somebody, (word) you really better ask somebody 

[aaliyah] 

Boy, I've been watching you like a hawk in the sky 

That flies, and you were my prey (my prey) 

Boy, I promise you if we keep bumpin heads 

I know that one of these days (days) 

We gon hook it up while we talk on the phone 

But see, I don't know if that's good 

I've been holding back this secret from you 

I probably shouldn't tell it but 

Chorus one: aaliyah 

If i, if I let you know 

You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin bout nobody 

Are you responsible? 

Boy I gotta watch my back, cause I'm not just anybody 

Is it my go? is it your go? 

Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now naughty-naughty 

Say yes or say no 

Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody? 

[aaliyah] 

Boy, won't you pick me up at the park right now 

Up the block, while everyone's sleep (sleeps, sleeps) 

I'll be waiting there with my trucks, my locs, my hat 

Just so I'm low key 

If you tell the world 

(don't speak, you know that would be weak) 

Oh boy, see I'm trusting you with my heart, my soul 

I probably shouldn't let you but if i 

Chorus two: aaliyah 

If i, if I let this go 

You can't tell nobody, I'm talkin bout nobody 

Are you responsible? 

Boy I gotta watch my back, cause I'm not just anybody 

Is it my go? is it your go? 

Sometimes I'm goody-goody, right now naughty-naughty 

Say yes or say no 

Cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody? 

[mad skillz] 

Yo, mad skillz get sick wit it 

What you got? whip it out, on the block, get it out 

On the real, flip it out don't stop 

When this drop you gotta rip it out 

I got you, I got to hachh-too, spit it out 

Face facts how y'all rate that 

See a brother with aaliyah bet y'all hate that 

Where the bass at, find the wack sound 

Got y'all niggas crying like the baby in the background 

Who the mack now, loc charge the set 

Got you thinking that I'm broke 

Cause you see me in the parking deck? 

Nah! my dough stack right, y'all better act right 

I hit chicks like cat fights, left wrist pack ice 

While you working at soul train making sure the shoe rack right? 

Gimme that for the hype hit 

I ripped this shit I don't even rap like this 

[lonnie b] 

People think it's all about kickin bars 

Gimmie your mind and let it get lost in the sauce 

I be hittin y'all off y'all lost 

My clique will never fall off, niggy naw, naw 

We done did it all, got people licking the ballz 

Chicks kicking the drawers, getting bent in the boss 

My flow is so much quicker than yours 

My joint is so much bigger than yours 

The print in my drawers, think what I'm kicking is false? 

I'll rap buck-bald in floss, show my balls and all 

And do the huck-a-buck until you momma call the law 

She better call em off 

Cause I got shot guns and I sawed 'em off 

And my nine nickle-plated in the car with marc 

My crew got juice like marley marl 

This hot eff y'all remarks, wiggy what? 

Chorus two