Timbaland - Cant Nobody текст песни

[timbaland]

Cmon ah what? ah, what?

Cmon, ah, what? ah, what?

Cmon, cmon, ah, what?

Ah, 1 life 2 live, what?

Ah, what?

[1 life]

Live, huh? yeah

Yall cats aint ready, Im just too much

When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much

If I aint known you twenty years, I dont trust you much

Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers, yeah

I dont care if they crackin down

Imma drug graduate without the caps and gowns

I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds

And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns

[babe blue]

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 nuthin but a lee nail thing

[1 life]

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

[all]

1 - cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like yall do

(what what what what)

When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds

This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds

Since some of you peoples houses I be cruisin around

Slow it down cuz I think that Im losing you now

For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to stop

Cuz 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? )

[babe blue]

We dont 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

[1 life]

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, Im trickin buying vickey secret

Just to cover her punani hair

Repeat 1

[lil man]

Uh oh, you didnt think I was coming

My people cant stand for the little man

To rock without or with bad

I can determine what chu gon do

Are ya gon play it? are ya gon move?

The party aint gon start if ya dont dance

I dont care if you leave, but you still be my man

I dont get mad over silly pettyness

I say to hell with it, say oh well with it

Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet

Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique

His beats are like sean archer and caster troy

Ya need the same identity to find how he soars

Hes the wicked man, the wicked just begun

Call him timbaland the resurrection

Clear-ese

Dont try to hide from ya fear

Clear-ese

Dont ya hear the set got in ya ear?

Clear-ese

This is the love man youre talking to

Clear-ese

His beats are dope, I try to tell you

Cant nobody see us in the nine eight

Or the nine nine

(freaky freaky)

Youre late

(freaky) youre late

(freaky) youre late

(hey girls and guys)

Youre late

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

Like yall, the public

Is yall the public

Ya do it so well

This goes out to yall

Quiet storm, z-man

1 life 2 live

Little man

Wanna thank yall

For makin us

Who we are today