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who's that (bruce lee version) - proof lyrics

[intro]
who did it? who did it? who did it? i did it
who did it? who did it? who did it? i did it

[verse 1]
while ya livid livin’, i’m out reactin’ different
but i’ll never know who’s down with your several
and if i did, it still wouldn’t change sh*t
i hears with these ears of your entertainment
livin’ that night life, the extra trife or bushin’ lookin’ nice
to be precise, your body slow device
hangin’ with the hood rats, stay in the beds
of the vets with the good raps, short naps
[?] of the claps, dancin’ and laps
packin’ green verses by the stacks then relax
by humpin’ me, i’m your free company, n*ggas ask
if you got a man, you say ”yep” then i pull my rappin’
the ballers front, they can plot with they weapons
talkin’ about the girl that’s mine, remember the time
with michael jackson rhymes, tournevilles through their phone line
i recline and decline from the conflict man
i don’t even know the chick, who’s that, that?
[verse 2]
i left you alone but you won’t leave me alone
swingin’ on my new dip in front of our home
get stoned and want a grown on my sofa, i’m sober
it’s kosher, this is over, i thought i told ya
leave me on the pointeau before
i leave you like a valet then i’m segundo
n*ggas suckin’ on your tinted nipples
i’m dreamin’ and dreamin’, n*ggas suckin’ on your tinted nipples
now how do you expect me to react? knowin’ you’re hoein’
a finger’s been up in your p*ssy crack
i heard you gave a n*gga head some lipstick
and if this is true that means i kissed d*ck
there’s no way i can relate, comin’ late with the big
stay home the rest of the week and pick up my freak
your mode ain’t grown is not my name
the idol’s gettin’ lame, it’s hard to maintain
you wake up in the mornin’ and you touch me
early in the mornin’, you touch and leave me
my confidence became non [?] when i grade through
l!cked you, peeped you when other n*gga… (call back man, it’s your woman, huh)
nah man, who’s that, that?

[verse 3]
you wonder if the beef’s over when you sleep over
when i’m still in, i go for s*xual healin’
illin’ on the fact that my life is in the dealin’
egyptian description is now your mad fan and
everyone knows you dance out your pantyhose
keep when i close, when i doze
all the talk about the break*up is releavin’ me
so i create plots to help you leavin’ me
i caught chicks to the [?] if you reason you
bust in and turn it in to a threesome
i told my n*ggas, they was like: ”f*ck her”
i told my mother, she was like: ”f*ck her”
i told my n*gga jay dee, he said: ”f*ck her”
told ocean down in brooklyn and he said:
”b*tter ’cause it’s past that, she brings the cash back now”
i make a link with the g*string in the ass crack
don’t worry, be happy
stay nappy, no hurry
i said straight like magellan, i see sorta yellin’
use a cerebellum to find a surmise to the melon
therefor, the women you speak of is now the lady i care for, for
[outro]
it’s cool, f*ck it
i’m takin’ that b*tch anyway

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