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