*featuring Twista
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[Timbaland talking:]
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Da Da Da Da Da Da
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Yes yes yes yes yes yes
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It's me again baby, Timbaland
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And uh, we doin somethin like dis
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Hear da beat?
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Uh
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[clapping]
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Say what?
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Thats right
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Thank you, thank you, thank you
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[laughing] Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
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He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
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[Twista]
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Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
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with tha gun cocktin
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Drum knockin, gotta get off
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Bitches and killas in the front watchin
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Flowin with like a finna studda some
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Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
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Ima flow until my belly hurt
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Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
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Let it ruff, ooh
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Feels like anotha one
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Who you be? Mr. Shystie
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The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
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The muthafucka most likely
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To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
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I break em off when I give em tha heat
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Steady re' for rollin
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Bullets body decomposion
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I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
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You remember the beat
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Conversation we had
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When my adrinallin was rushin
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Check yo brakes and knee pads
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When the twis to get tha bus in
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Bodys gon' get rushed in
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I can make em hit tha dance flo
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Brothas, bitches, and hustlers
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I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
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Hitta wigga when he run up on me
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Yall muthafuckas still don't know me
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Let em' learn slowly
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[Chorus:2x]
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Who you be?
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Im tha one that stay high
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Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys
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with tha thugga hands up in the sky
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neva shy he's fly
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Who am i, who you be?
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I'm the one's gon' get buck
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T-straight from the Chi
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Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck
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With tha party up and pimp struck
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T-N-T now I say who am I
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Who you be? Who am I?
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The one who's surrounded by the wood
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500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood
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Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood
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And Im always in tha mix of some shits
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Scoop a shawty an she thick
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And tha bitch getts grip in them hips
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Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
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So I tricked on that bitch
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Now who you be?
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The one who's on tha dance floor
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Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes
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Freak on a bad hoe
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you's could really wanna flash gold
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Turn a hater to a sass hoe
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Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down
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Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes
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Though see niggas see Gs to take
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Run up to tha car, got no thangs
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They got CDs to break, no easy pace
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Who you be?
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The crime cause other obituary an uligy
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Photo stank and yall be who to see
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Only smokin it wid you and me
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Lets go hang out where tha booty be
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I was on sumthin, no frontin
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Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin
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Grinnin while up in the curb
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Wanna journey for herb
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Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin
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True indeed
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[Chorus 2x]
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The one thats flowin fluently
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Make yo baby say goo to me
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Whatcha did to her
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Didn't ask why I hit her for
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Cause the game like liturature
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Get it Get it gurl
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I don't know what you was waitin on
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But if you aint wid a partna
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This young monsters a fly guy
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Shake a lil bit of dat body
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We gon party till we sky high
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To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,
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pimps strikin fees and red bones
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Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols
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The one that be kickin off air time
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From sunrise ta bedtime
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All of yall need ta know me, the one an only
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Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi
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Makin compotition die slowly
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Who am I?
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Timbaland]
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Ha ha ha ha
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Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya
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Ha ha
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I do it like that, I put it down
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For tha 98 or TNT
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Thang ya know what Im sayin
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Timbaland and Twista
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Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya?
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I put it down for all parts of the area
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We out
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Who Am I
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| Timbaland & Magoo |
