Lyrics Who Am I - Twista , Timbaland
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
the
beat?
Uh
(*clapping*)
Say
what?
That's
right
Thank
you,
thank
you,
thank
you
(*laughing*)
Uh
right
now,
I'mma
bring
a
special
guest
in
He
gon'
rip
it
for
me,
like
this,
check
it
out
Who
am
I,
nigga
with
the
blunt,
steady
trippin
Sippin
on
the
concoction,
with
the
gun
cocked
in
Drum
knockin,
gotta
get
off
Bitches
and
killas
in
the
front
watchin
Flowin
with
like
a
finna
studda
some
Betta
come
off
a
by
the
ton,
brotha
run,
I
hope
he
said
he
were
I'mma
flow
until
my
belly
hurt
Pimp
nigga
rockin
on
the
stage
and
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
motherfucker
most
likely
To
get
into
it
with
the
opposition
in
my
position
I
break
'em
off
when
I
give
'em
the
heat
Steady
reefer
rollin,
bullets
body
decomposin
I
dismember
the
weak
on
a
Timbaland
beat
You
remember
the
deep,
conversation
we
had
When
my
"Adrenalin"
was
rushin,
check
yo
brakes
and
knee
pads
When
the
Twista
get
to
bustin,
parties
gon'
get
rushed
in
I
can
make
'em
hit
the
dance
flo',
brothas,
bitches,
and
hustlers
I
get
up
in
the
guts
homie,
never
phony
Hit
em'
wicked
when
they
run
up
on
me
And
motherfuckers
still
don't
know
me
Let
'em
know
slowly
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
Who
you
be?
Who
am
I?
The
one
that's
surrounded
by
the
wood
500
with
the
rims
dippin
through
the
hood
Up
to
no
good
thats
why
I
steady
stay
misunderstood
And
I'm
always
in
the
mix
of
some
shit
Scoop
a
shawty
and
she
thick
And
the
bitch
getta
grip
on
them
hips
Putta
dick
on
the
lips
top
it
doggie
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
ho,
youse
could
really
wanna
flash
gold
Turn
a
hater
to
a
sass
ho
Play
and
ballin
up
at
Cape
Town,
strippin
went
down
Stedy,
tippin
off
of
CD's
and
tapes
Though
see
niggas
see
Gs
to
take
Run
up
to
the
car,
got
no
thangs
They
got
CD's
to
break,
no
easy
pace,
who
you
be?
The
crime
cause
other
obituary
and
eulogy
Photo
stank
and
yall
be
who
to
see
Only
smokin
it
with
you
and
me
Lets
go
hang
out
where
the
booty
be
Always
on
sumthin,
no
frontin
Yello
wide
ol'
belly
in
the
po
funkin
Grinnin
while
I'm
bending
the
curb
On
the
journey
journey
for
herb
Always
tellin
somebody
to
smoke
somethin
True
indeed
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
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
might
get
at
ya
Get
it
Get
it
girl
I
don't
know
what
you
was
waitin
on
But
if
you
ain't
with
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
and
soldiers,
shady
niggas,
young
thugs
and
strap
holders
Pimps
strikin
fees
and
red
bones
Ghetto
fees
and
Gs
and
MC's
for
the
rap
folders
The
one
that
be
kickin
off
air
time
From
sunrise
to
bedtime
All
of
yall
need
to
know
me,
the
one
and
only
Pimp
slash
brotha
twista
from
the
Chi
Makin
competition
die
slowly
Who
am
I?
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
Who
you
be?
I'm
the
one
that
stay
high
Same
nigga
rock
a
party,
rock
a
body
Make
ya
throw
ya
hands
up
in
the
sky
Let
the
shotties
fly
- who
am
I,
who
you
be?
I'm
the
one's
gon'
get
buck,
T
straight
from
the
Chi
Verbal
homicide,
everybody
duck
With
the
party
up
and
pimp
strut
T-N-T
now
what's
up
- who
am
I?
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
the
98
or
TNT
Thang
ya
know
what
I'm
sayin
Timbaland
and
Twista
Yall
fools
couldn't
recognize
could
ya?
I
put
it
down
for
all
parts
of
the
area
We
out
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1 I Get It On
2 Here We Come
3 Lobster & Scrimp
4 Phat Rabbit
5 Who Am I
6 Keep It Real
7 John Blaze
8 3:30 In The Morning
9 Outro
10 Bringin' It
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