featuring Twista



[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?

that's 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



[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

y'all muthafuckas still don't know me

Let em' learn slowly



[Chorus:]2x

Who you be?

I'm 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 that's why'd stay they misunderstood

And I'm 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 want to 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 y'all 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

want to journey for herb

Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin

True indeed



Chorus 2x



The one that's 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 ain't 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 y'all 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

y'all 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 I'm sayin

Timbaland and Twista

y'all fools couldn't recognize could ya?

I put it down for all parts of the area

We out

Writer : MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / MITCHELL, CARL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.