Can't Nobody
[Timbaland]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?
[1 Life]Live, huh? YeahY'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too muchWhen I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too muchIf I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you muchRoll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeahI don't care if they crackin' downI'mma drug graduate without the caps and gownsI used to have a thing for buying gats and poundsAnd I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
[Babe Blue]Smash you down, patch you downWe take yo guns and we blast yo' roundPass the crown to the new female kingThis is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
[1 Life]Like the end of the worldWe put it all to a stop andChicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flockAnd you go against us and you all gonna flopWhen we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
[All][1] - 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 roundsThis is lifeball not football, you outta boundsSince some of you people's houses I be cruisin' aroundSlow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you nowFor those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stopCuz the union is in here, toast it upWhen they shoot you suppose to duckLook at them by the bar posing drunk(Say what?)
[Babe Blue]We don't care who we toast in hereWe get you for how much you gross this yearYou not a punk, you suppose to fearBetter not come out until the coast is clear
[1 Life]Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fastBut even without this rap game I still have cashMy mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey SecretJust to cover her punani hair
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[Lil' Man]Uh oh, you didn't think I was comingMy people can't stand for the little manTo rock without or with badI can determine what chu gon' doAre ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?The party ain't gon' start if ya don't danceI don't care if you leave, but you still be my manI don't get mad over silly pettynessI say to hell with it, say oh well with itTimbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feetMake dope beats, rhyming sound so uniqueHis Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster TroyYa need the same identity to find how he soarsHe's the wicked man, the wicked just begunCall him Timbaland the resurrectionClear-eseDon't try to hide from ya fearClear-eseDon't ya hear the set got in ya ear?Clear-eseThis is the love man you're talking toClear-eseHis beats are dope, I try to tell youCan't nobody see us in the nine eightOr the nine nine(Freaky freaky)You're late(Freaky) You're late(Freaky) You're late(Hey girls and guys)You're late
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Like y'all, the publicIs y'all the publicYa do it so wellThis goes out to y'allQuiet Storm, Z-man1 Life 2 LiveLittle ManWanna thank y'allFor makin' usWho we are today