Can't Nobody?

Timbaland

C'mon ah what? Ah what? 
C'mon ah what? Ah what? 
C'mon c'mon ah what? 
Ah 1 Life 2 Live what? 
Ah what?

Live huh? Yeah 
Y'all cats ain't ready I'm just too much 
When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much 
If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much 

Roll with nothin' but thugs and hustlers yeah 
I don't care if they crackin' down 
I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns 
I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds 
And I laugh in my rhymes 'cause you cats is clowns 

Smash you down, patch you down 
We take yo guns and we blast yo' round 
Pass the crown to the new female king 
This is real dog, you nothin' but a lean out thing 

Like the end of the world 
We put it all to a stop and 
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock 
And you go against us and you all gonna flop 
When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop 

Can't nobody do it like we do 
(What what what what what) 
Can't nobody do it like we do 
(What what what what) 
Can't nobody do it like we do 
(What what what what what) 
Can't nobody do it like y'all do 
(What what what what) 

When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds 
This is life ball not football, you outta bounds 
Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around 
Slow it down 'cause I think that I'm losing you now 
For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop 
'Cause the union is in here, toast it up 
When they shoot you suppose to duck 
Look at them by the bar posing drunk 
(Say what?) 

We don't care who we toast in here 
We get you for how much you gross this year 
You not a punk, you suppose to fear 
Better not come out until the coast is clear 

Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast 
But even without this rap game I still have cash 
My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret 
Just to cover her punani hair 

Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming 
My people can't stand for the little man 
To rock without or with bad 
I can attempt, what chu gon' do? 
Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move? 
The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance 
I don't care if you lead, but you still be my man 
I don't get mad over silly pettiness 
I say to hell with it, say oh advocate 
Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet 
Make dope beats, rhyming a song so unique 
His beats are like shine, aren't cha, and the cast is true 
Ya need the same identity, define how he soars 
He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun 
Call him Timbaland the resurrection 
Now reach 
Don't try to hide from ya feeling 
Clear-ese 
Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear? 
Clear-ese 
This is the love man you're talking to 
Clear-ese 
His beats are dope, I try to tell you 
Can't nobody see us in the nine eight 
Or the nine nine 
(Freaky freaky) 
You're late 
(Freaky) You're late 
(Freaky) You're late 
(Hey girls and guys) 
You're late 

Like you, the public 
Is y'all the public 
Ya do it so well 
This goes out to y'all 
By Storm, Z-man 
1 Life 2 Live 
Little Man 
Want to thank y'all 
For makin' us 
Who we are today