Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I Am , by - The Diplomats. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Who I Am |
| Uh-huh, Santana |
| I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that’s hot |
| I like that, yeah who are you? |
| Santana |
| Shit is crazy man |
| Y’all think niggaz don’t cry? |
| We do |
| Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot |
| Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too |
| But it’s like yo… zone out |
| The time is now, my grind is here shit |
| My body is focused, my mind’s in gear, let’s start it |
| I’m moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race |
| Before it started damn, cold-hearted man |
| Rip apart your man, for that green dollar |
| Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla |
| Shoot and move from where ever my targets land |
| Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep |
| It’s really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep |
| Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet |
| That’s why I paint the most vividest pictures |
| My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in |
| No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water |
| Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit |
| But Who Am I |
| I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona |
| But still sold crack right on the corner |
| My life consist of, a big puzzle that’s mixed up |
| Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it’s big cuffs |
| Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks |
| I need to find another road to follow |
| One that’s new and strong, not old and hollow |
| As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer |
| Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn… |
| And a tear comes trimbling down |
| Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now |
| Shit, this isn’t game from the heart, this pain from the heart |
| This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so |
| Momma, I just want you to know |
| I’m in love with you so, if you wasn’t here I’d be in love with you soul |
| My angel, mommy I’d die faithful |
| Just knowing somone tried to violate you |
| I’ll slide 8ths through the side of their facial |
| Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial |
| I’d take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun |
| Shit, you gotta know I’m your son |
| Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son |
| Hold up mommy, I’m twisted I’m drunk… listen |
| Yeah, but it’s more then the liquor and weed |
| Yeah it’s more then the liquor in me |
| Shit, I gotta get it together |
| I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts |
| So, I’m still speaking the truth |
| And what I’m still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you |