Who Am I - Twista Lyrics - Timbaland

[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? 

Thats 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 

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[Twista] 

Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction, 

with tha gun cocktin 

Drum knockin, gotta get off 

Bitches and killas in the front watchin 

Flowin with like a finna studda some 

Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were 

Ima flow until my belly hurt 

Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an 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 muthafucka 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, bitches, and hustlers 

I get up in the guts homie, never phoney 

Hitta wigga when he run up on me 

Yall muthafuckas still don't know me 

Let em' learn slowly 

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[Chorus:]2x 

Who you be? 

Im tha one that stay high 

Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys 

with tha thugga hands up in the sky 

neva shy he's fly 

Who am i, who you be? 

I'm the one's gon' get buck 

T-straight from the Chi 

Ribal, homosydal, 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 wid the ribs stickin through the hood 

Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood 

And Im always in tha mix of some shits 

Scoop a shawty an she thick 

And tha bitch getts grip in them hips 

Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal 

So I tricked on that bitch 

Now who you be? 

The one who's on tha dance floor 

Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes 

Freak on a bad hoe 

you's could really wanna flash gold 

Turn a hater to a sass hoe 

Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down 

Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes 

Though see niggas see Gs to take 

Run up to tha car, got no thangs 

They got CDs to break, no easy pace 

Who you be? 

The crime cause other obituary an uligy 

Photo stank and yall be who to see 

Only smokin it wid you and me 

Lets go hang out where tha booty be 

I was on sumthin, no frontin 

Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin 

Grinnin while up in the curb 

Wanna journey for herb 

Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin 

True indeed 

Chorus 2x 

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 like liturature 

Get it Get it gurl 

I don't know what you was waitin on 

But if you aint wid 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 an soldiers, shady niggas, 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 yall need ta know me, the one an only 

Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi 

Makin compotition die slowly 

Who am I? 

Chorus 2x 

[Timbaland] 

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 tha 98 or TNT 

Thang ya know what Im sayin 

Timbaland and Twista 

Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya? 

I put it down for all parts of the area 

We out