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Timbaland - People Like Myself lyrics
<font size="1">(feat. Static (Playa))<font> [Chorus: Timbaland] People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go [repeat Chorus] [Magoo] It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim Beam But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem I'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?) See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang Cause I'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war? You and your boys can bring the noise But I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid! Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans and haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan [Chorus] [Timbaland] Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger) I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga) Like I just figure (figure) And my tracks didn't help niggaz So for rememdy I pound niggaz Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga Like them forty-two Girbauds I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga Confirmed by people that she can blow Convinced Booker T she's the next to go Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit I sold Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep wit |
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