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Tytuł: Who I Am

  • Wykonawca: The Diplomats
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Uh-huh, Santana
  I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot
  I like that, yeah who are you? Santana
  Shit is crazy man
  Y'all think niggaz don't cry? We do
  Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot
  Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too
  But it's like yo... zone out
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  The time is now, my grind is here shit
  My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
  I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race
  Before it started damn, cold-hearted man
  Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
  Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
  Shoot and move from where ever my targets land
  Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
  It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
  Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet
  That's why I paint the most vividest pictures
  My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in
  No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water
  Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
  But Who Am I
  
  [ad libs]
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
  But still sold crack right on the corner
  My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
  Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs
  Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
  I need to find another road to follow
  One that's new and strong, not old and hollow
  As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer
  Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
  And a tear comes trimbling down
  Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
  Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heart
  This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so
  
  [ad libs]
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  Momma, I just want you to know
  I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul
  My angel, mommy I'd die faithful
  Just knowing somone tried to violate you
  I'll slide 8ths through the side of their facial
  Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial
  I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun
  Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
  Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son
  Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen
  
  [ad libs]
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed
  Yeah it's more then the liquor in me
  Shit, I gotta get it together
  I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
  So, I'm still speaking the truth
  And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you
  
  [ad libs to fade]