C'mon ah what? Ah, C'mon, ah, Ah, what? C'mon, c'mon, ah, Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, Ah, what?
Live, huh? Yeah, y'all ain't ready, I'm just too much When I was young, my said I used to cuss too much If I known you twenty years, I don't trust you much Roll with but thugs and hustlers
Yeah, I care if they crackin' down I'm a drug without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes 'cuz you cats is
you down, patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo' Pass the crown to the new king is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
Like the end of the we put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all flock And you go against us and you all flop When we reign, you gon' need than a mop
Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what)
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it y'all do (What, what, what, what)
When we spit, yo we never run rounds This is life ball not football, you bounds Since some of you people's I be cruisin' around it down 'cuz I think that I'm losing you now
For those that's not lost, y'all hoe's to stop 'Cuz the is in here, toast it up they shoot you suppose to duck Look at them by the bar drunk (Say what?)
We don't who we toast in here We get you for how you gross this year You not a punk, you suppose to Better not come out the coast is clear
beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast But even without rap game I still have cash My mommy wears a money whiz, I'm trickin' buying Secret Just to cover her hair
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't do it like we do (What, what, what, what)
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it y'all do (What, what, what, what)
Uh oh, you didn't think I was My people can't stand for the man To without or with bad I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya play it? Are ya gon' move?
The party ain't gon' if ya don't dance I care if you leave, but you still be my man I don't get mad over silly I say to hell with it, say oh, well it
Timbaland is watch him make ya move ya feet dope beats, rhyming sound so unique His beats are like Sean Archer and Castor Ya need the same to find how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked begun Call him Timbaland the ese, don't try to hide from ya fear Clear ese, don't ya hear the set got in ya
Clear ese, is the love man you're talking to Clear ese, his are dope, I try to tell you Can't nobody see us in the eight or the nine nine (Freaky freaky)
late (Freaky) You're (Freaky) You're (Hey, and guys) You're
Can't nobody do it we do (What what what what) Can't do it like we do (What what what)
nobody do it like we do (What what what what) nobody do it like y'all do (What what what)
Can't do it like we do (What what what what) nobody do it like we do (What what what)
Can't do it like we do (What what what what) nobody do it like y'all do (What what what)
Like y'all, the public is the public Ya do it so well this goes out to Quiet Storm, Z-man, 1 2 Live, Little Man Wanna thank y'all for us who we are today