Who's That Songtext / Lyric

[Foreign Content]

What? Keep going baby!

[Foreign Content]

Terror Squad, Rockland, Joe Crack, the R



Sitting at the bar with mama

Shorty tryin' to bring da drama

But she cannot phase a playa

'Cause 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 Reggae



I roll thru the hottest clubs

With about a hundred thugs

Get about a thousand bucks

For chicks who wanna roll on dubs






Yo, whose that in the jeep

Whose that off up in the truck

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight

Yo what's off up in that cup



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll

Shorty where's the alcohol

Now lemme hit that pace

Shorty can we make our day



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

'Cause this track here is so amazing

Yo we with a little life lookin' hazy

Still you R and B cats can't phase me



Yo, whose that in the jeep

Whose that off up in the truck

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight

Yo what's off up in that cup



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll

Shorty where's the alcohol

Now lemme hit that pace

Shorty can we make our day



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



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 y'all, now tell me shorty where's the alcohol



Yo, whose that in the jeep

Whose that off up in the truck

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight

Yo what's off up in that cup



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll

Shorty where's the alcohol

Now lemme hit that pace

Shorty, can we make our day



C'mon, make 'em bounce baby

Uh, yeah, uh, keep goin' baby

That junky, funky, sticky

The R Joe Crack, the don