Can't Nobody

C'mon ah what? Ah what? C'mon ah what? Ah what? C'mon c'mon ah what? Ah 1 Life 2 Live what? Ah what? Live huh? Yeah Y'all cats ain't ready I'm just too much When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much Roll with nothin' but thugs and hustlers yeah I don't care if they crackin' down I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes 'cause you cats is clowns Smash you down, patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo' round Pass the crown to the new female king This is real dog, you nothin' but a lean out thing Like the end of the world We put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock And you go against us and you all gonna flop When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop Can't nobody do it like we do (What what what what what) Can't nobody do it like we do (What what what what) Can't nobody do it like we do (What what what what what) Can't nobody do it like y'all do (What what what what) When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds This is life ball not football, you outta bounds Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around Slow it down 'cause I think that I'm losing you now For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop 'Cause the union is in here, toast it up When they shoot you suppose to duck Look at them by the bar posing drunk (Say what?) We don't care who we toast in here We get you for how much you gross this year You not a punk, you suppose to fear Better not come out until the coast is clear Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast But even without this rap game I still have cash My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret Just to cover her punani hair Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming My people can't stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can attempt, what chu gon' do? Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move? The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance I don't care if you lead, but you still be my man I don't get mad over silly pettiness I say to hell with it, say oh advocate Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming a song so unique His beats are like shine, aren't cha, and the cast is true Ya need the same identity, define how he soars He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun Call him Timbaland the resurrection Now reach Don't try to hide from ya feeling Clear-ese Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear? Clear-ese This is the love man you're talking to Clear-ese His beats are dope, I try to tell you Can't nobody see us in the nine eight Or the nine nine (Freaky freaky) You're late (Freaky) You're late (Freaky) You're late (Hey girls and guys) You're late Like you, the public Is y'all the public Ya do it so well This goes out to y'all By Storm, Z-man 1 Life 2 Live Little Man Want to thank y'all For makin' us Who we are today