Anderson .Paak - Who R U (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Anderson .Paak - Who R U (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
They want my bidness on the
front page (headlines)
I put prescription into
your frames (sunshine)
I had the vision back in
12th grade (lunchtime)
That I'd be killing shit with
Doc Dre (nigga, what?)
I never want it to ever be over
I'm out in Philly, I thought
it'd be colder
Drunk off the liqui, I might
need a chauffeur
Check out my jiggy, check
out my... (uhh)
Now, who are you? (Who
the fuck is this?)
I don't know, no
What you do?
You short a few? (Oh don't
make me have to lose it)
Oh no, no, hold up
Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
Ohh savage, that's a nice get-up
International, rocking Japanese denim
Enough gas to get you above average
How many more drags do I have
to puff from my cigar?
New enemies they bringing
my old ways back
Back in my day, woulda' had
your whole face smacked
Look at you niggas', wonder
why I fucking hate rap
Oh, what make you wanna
go say that? (yo!)
And I'm on another wave
And I'm fucking on suede
Niggas feeling overpaid, "fuck
I'm supposed to do?"
Don't nobody know your name
We ain't ever seen ya face
You ain't ever gang-bang
What you tryna prove?
Now, who are you?
You short a few?
I've been swimming through the process
And you can't see me,
I'm the Loch Ness
You could proceed, but with caution
Give the proceeds to my God-kids
Old dirt on my conscience
Same nigga my pop is
Lame niggas wanna pop shit, get
drop kicked by a drop kick
Why you gotta lie to me so much babe?
You told me the same shit that
you told what's his name
If it don't work out I'll
go back to hustlin'
Couple hundred-thousand up in
my mother's name, peace
World peace, niggas talk
about "Don't shoot!"
Tell that to police
Scared, ain't none of them
prepared, I could see
Promise I'ma get them commas
before I decease
Oh no, no
Hey, hey P, let it ride out
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