Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who You Be, artist - Outsidaz. Date of issue: 18.06.2001
Song language: English
Who You Be |
| Gonna throw a lil’somethin like this |
| Pacewon |
| Mista Meth |
| Young Zee |
| Funk Doctah |
| Come on Yo, yo, yo I like to smoke I like to gamble |
| Slap that face I’m like Anthony Saprano |
| Lets here it for the mob boss |
| Bird catch it highed up til his eyes crossed |
| Fat belly, tall boy loungin with his socks off |
| No tan, toe jam like Roseanne |
| Got guns so big I bust with both hands |
| Pull 9 M-M's and tecs that don’t jam |
| Mad family and friends in the drug program |
| I go *raaaaarr raaaaarr* like I had cereberal palsy |
| We ain’t got no time to be playin with y’all see |
| Shoalin, Dirty Jers’what y’all aint heard? |
| Fuckin ya birds, pluckin ya nerves, puffin ya herb |
| Slap ya C.E.O. |
| off his podeum |
| Hand in my coat like Napoleon |
| Wrapped around a hot nickelodeon |
| Oh seven one three oh four thats the code we in School of hard knocks here we go again |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Aiyyo Hot Nicks you got me noddin of the doses |
| While the Outs burn bush like God talkin to Moses |
| They mad I push the F1 with three front seats |
| Rock fatter chains than slave workers had on they feet |
| Smoke blunts til my breath smell, hop on my Nextel |
| Chick from West L bang her head against the bed rail |
| Ya’ll betta leave 'fore Zee get evil |
| I’ll tell you a secret, I see dead people |
| Aiyyo, aiyyo Pace |
| The Doc sports timbs with no lace |
| I come in her mouth and it look like colgate |
| I’m a gorilla, chewin on bananas |
| Psycho Im the one that blew my head in? |
| scanners? |
| BRICKS, lyrics and guns gotta stay smokin |
| Even Live to L.A. don’t leave the gate open |
| I carry two shotties and I’ma squeeze both’um |
| And when I’m done me and ya bitch elopin |
| Hook: |
| Y’all know, this how its suppose to be And Y’all know |
| Think of me 'fore you smoke them trees |
| And Y’all know |
| Wack raps make me choke emcees |
| Aiyyo people, yo who the fuck we be? |
| Who you be? |
| Young Zee from the M-P-C |
| Who you be? |
| Funk Doc from the P-P-P |
| Who you be? |
| Pacewon from the O-U-T |
| Who you be? |
| Mista Meth, Wu-Tang Killer Bee |
| Aiyyo presto outta box |
| Tap you white folks outta locks |
| Take the shotguns out the grandfather clocks |
| Planets that I rock you can’t astronaut |
| My house was on Afrika Bambattas block |
| Aiyyo my candy is prepared for manhandlin |
| The click from jammin avalanched the grand canyon |
| Thats how big it is, how large it is Pitbull bite ??? |
| through it ??? |
| Yeah |
| Tryin to scare Zee and Funk Doc y’all playin |
| If this Scary Movie, you the fag like Shawn Wayans |
| I pop a lot, I pop shit I pop guns |
| I pop cherries nigga my pops on the run |
| You pop shit ya crew betta run |
| I pop all these shells out and shot pellet guns |
| Yeah rock box I loot Elle and run |
| Rock the Bells mix it with Duke Ellington |
| Yo They call me Mista Tecal ya stallion |
| Hard headed dick gotta pussy fetish |
| Get’cha cosmetic, Meth at it call a medic |
| And while we said it These niggas wanna catch amnesia and like forget it The Outsidaz and y’all can call me Bony Boy |
| Or Rockwilder when we Face Off like Castor Troy |
| Creep with me as I roll through the stack |
| Maniac, lunatic and my whole click packed |
| Aiyyo Doc |
| I be spaced like Star Wars |
| Hardcore nigga don’t lock my car doors |
| I rock shells toes backspin on cardboard |
| Gazelle type frames, wave caps, and four-fours |
| Graffiti to place leave my tag Pace Blunta |
| The barrel of my glock stay hot like late summer |
| You freckle motherfuckas need shade to lay under |
| JAKE HUNTER, look but don’t bite I take cover |
| Hook x2 |