paroles de chanson What is It - Webbie

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it that fifth that I drank when I'm in my whip with the fresh ass paint?
That make these hoes wanna look in my face
That make these niggas wanna be in my place

Or tell me, is it my shows that cost 300?
Make me have to go to everywhere but chance with the gun
But make a nigga wanna hate my mama son
Maybe it's my style, just the way I come

Or maybe it's these hoes that I done beats
Or maybe it's your sister or your niece
Or how I rock my bows with no crease
Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash

Or tell me, is it these shoes on my feet?
And how they matching my fists so perfectly
That make a hater wanna go about they way on me
Nigga, I don't even know they just wanna hate on me

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my bitch if it is which one?
My lil' bitch up in the city or the one in the country
Or how a nigga so hot number one in the country
Ever since I did it big, big money, big stuntin'

Or is my niggas Big Fam, Bun B?
Yeah, y'all don't like hearing me with UG Kings
Or tell me, is it my looks that make your hoe scream?
And have her mouth all wet and wanna suck on me

Or tell me is that screen that you see inside?
When I be high, rolling by that make her wanna ride
Or tell me is it my style, how I'm just so fly?
How a nigga so wild, plus, I'm on right now

Tell me is it my hood, how that bitch roll?
365-24 with them quarters and O's
Or how I holla at my people fobefore they get you some more
Handling business with the beeper to avoid them folks

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my cake or my bundles of crack?
Or how I made this hit with Mannie Fresh on the track?
Or is it the platinum plaque I'm about to snatch?
'Cause you know I signed a deal, and it's my turn to act

Or with them big 24's on that brand-new Lac
Or only dog ass hoes take the dick from the back
Or my fire ass flow, niggaz want my raps
What it is, I don't know what make 'em act like that

Probably because these lil' cats out here know I'm a dog
And the closet at the house starting to look like a mall
What it is, got 'em trippin' my expensive colon
This XO, all the purple dro, I blow by the zone

Or is it 'cause my nigga head ain't got too long
Yeah, you when he get home it's gone really be on
Or is it the quarter sale hit me now on the phone?
What's wrong, why this vibe that I'm feeling so strong?

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more

Is it my car, is it my clothes?
That make these hoes want fuck for show
Is it my style, the way I roll?
That make these haters want hate some more