Lyric Who s That

(feat. Fat Joe)
[woman speaking spanish]

[Adlibs - Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby!

[woman continue speaking spanish]

[Adlibs - Fat Joe:] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh
Rockland! Joe Crack, the R

[verse 1 - R. Kelly:]
Sitting at the bar with mama
Shorty tryin to bring da drama
But she cannot phase a playa
Cuz this pimp is a moneymaker

Meetings from Shawtown to LA
Yo I came to get down at this party
I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante
Rolling it like this track was raggae

[pre - hook:]
I roll thru the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For chicks who wanna roll on dubs

[chorus - R. Kelly:]
Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami s)
Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)
Yo what ya ll doin tonight (we thuggin )
Yo what s off up in that cup (some liquior)

Well, I m rollin with ya ll (we ll let s go)
Shorty where s the alcohol (right here)
Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)
Shorty can we make our day

[verse 2 - R. Kelly:]
Here, take a brodda to a pool party
Right off up at Miami!
Ten g s for the best bikini
Looking for the biggest booty

She got the crowd goin crazy
Cuz this track here is so amazing
Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy
Still you R&B cats can t phase me

[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:]
Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami s)
Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)
Yo what ya ll doin tonight (we thuggin )
Yo what s off up in that cup (some liquior)

Well, I m rollin with ya ll (we ll let s go)
Shorty where s the alcohol (right here)
Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)
Shorty can we make our day

[break - R.Kelly:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I m driving a fast car, jump to the third lane
Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne
We stop at a red light, she driving me insane
Yo we fiending like the **** was ****
Stop playin girl the way ya shake a fatty back
So sexy the way you telling daddy that
Turn that a** around and lemme patty that
Got me saying man I m tryna marry that

[Rap - Fat Joe:]
Oh no! They did it again (who?!)
Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?)
Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas s
All kind of missis
Don t matter ya ma misses
What s love got to do with ****in there
Everyday a new group of chicks there
We headed to the islands, the games is life
Where the fame is
Shorty almost died when we came there
Girl I know you diggin the ditty dop
This my world come thru
The whole city stop
Looks like ice but actually it s really not
Damos, blandes, no lies around me
5000 thou we low on the time piece
In the south bronx where you can find me
Never mind me
That s is how we ball
I m rollin with yall
Now tell me shorty where s the alcohol

[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:]
Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami s)
Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)
Yo what ya ll doin tonight (we thuggin )
Yo what s off up in that cup (some liquior)

Well, I m rollin with ya ll (we ll let s go)
Shorty where s the alcohol (right here)
Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)
Shorty can we make our day

[outro - Fat Joe:]
C mon!
Make em bounce baby!
Uh, yeah!
Uh (Keep goin baby!)
That junk funky sticky, whoo-whee!
Hahhahhhahaah
Uh! The R Joe Crack the don