Proof - Who's That (Bruce Lee Version) lyrics
[Proof - Who's That Bruce Lee Version lyrics]
Who did it? Who did it? Who did it? I did it
Who did it? Who did it? Who did it? I did it
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 shit
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
Portions of the claps, fancyin' laps
Packin' green verses by the stacks then relax
By humpin' me, I'm your free company
Niggas 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?
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
Niggas suckin' on your tinted nipples
I'm dreamin' and dreamin'
Niggas suckin' on your tinted nipples
Now how do you expect me
To react? Knowin' you're hoein'
A finger's been up in your pussy crack
I heard you gave a nigga head some lipstick
And if this is true that means I kissed dick
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' when you touch me
Early in the mornin', you touch and leave me
My confidence became non when I grade through
Licked you, peeped you when other nigga
(Call back man, it's your woman, huh)
Nah man, who's that, that?
You wonder if the beef's over
When you sleep over
When I'm still in, I go for sexual 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 niggas, they was like: ''Fuck her''
I told my mother, she was like: ''Fuck her''
I told my nigga Jay Dee
He said: ''Fuck her''
Told Ocean down in Brooklyn and he said:
''Butter '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
It's cool, fuck it
I'm takin' that bitch anyway
Who did it? Who did it? Who did it? I did it
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 shit
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
Portions of the claps, fancyin' laps
Packin' green verses by the stacks then relax
By humpin' me, I'm your free company
Niggas 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?
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
Niggas suckin' on your tinted nipples
I'm dreamin' and dreamin'
Niggas suckin' on your tinted nipples
Now how do you expect me
To react? Knowin' you're hoein'
A finger's been up in your pussy crack
I heard you gave a nigga head some lipstick
And if this is true that means I kissed dick
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' when you touch me
Early in the mornin', you touch and leave me
My confidence became non when I grade through
Licked you, peeped you when other nigga
(Call back man, it's your woman, huh)
Nah man, who's that, that?
You wonder if the beef's over
When you sleep over
When I'm still in, I go for sexual 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 niggas, they was like: ''Fuck her''
I told my mother, she was like: ''Fuck her''
I told my nigga Jay Dee
He said: ''Fuck her''
Told Ocean down in Brooklyn and he said:
''Butter '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
It's cool, fuck it
I'm takin' that bitch anyway