Travis Barker
You Know Who
[Intro]
Aight man, y'all win
I won't say it
At least for this song
(Ha) hey
[Verse 1]
You say you lookin' for the realest, well I'm real as it get
Rap to the n***a dealin' hard who live in a jet
If it's a better n***a well they ain't delivered him yet
My mouth big but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die 'bout my respect so I honor the code
Peep n***as who be out here flexin', stuntin' for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember nuttin' before
Just know the game ain't sumthin' ya win, it's sumthin' ya know
But if ya oughta begin again, start, it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O or hard to grow
Now if you ain't never heard of Pimp Squad before
You better ask a real n***a or a broad who know
Cause you ain't ready for the pros, just get it outta ya brain
You in over your head and way outta your lane
I'd be insane to say I'm filthy rich and got it from Caine
So will just say the n***as know if they don' got it the same, right?
[Chorus]
Cause you know who to you know what of you know where
Goin' against me, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no more than nine or ten folk there
It's you know who, (yeah) you know what of you know where
Beefin', now don't you go there and if you do, don't use a cap and deuces, he won't care
If he choose to rule alone, pimpin' he won't share man
[Verse 2]
I know you think you out there gettin' it in
But whatcha doin', I don' done it once and did it again
I had a choice between runnin' while livin' in sin
He don' settled down, turn nine million to ten
I give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin' me in
But now I'm settlin' in, gettin' used to the view
On top, won't stop 'till I'm huger than you
Gon' flop? Who me?, pimp ya losin' your screws
What kinda dope have you been lettin' n***as shoot into you
No, you ain't ready for the shit I'm introducing to you
The roof in the back of the Bach ain't as translucent as you
So now your n***a dressin' up, man do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and a shoe
It's been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal
I'm what it is, these other n***as just Southern with deals, for real
[Chorus]
Cause you know who to you know what of you know where
Goin' against me, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no more than nine or ten folk there
It's you know who, (yeah) you know what of you know where
Beefin', now don't you go there and if you do, don't use a cap and deuces, he won't care
If he choose to rule alone, pimpin' he won't share man