Who The Hell Are You
I can't take your attitude
Boy, who the hell are you?
Walking around like you own something
When the truth is not at all (the truth is not at all)
Gave you my credit cards
So you could hit the mall
Still you complain, saying things
Tryin' to make me feel small, oh
So who the hell are you?
To try to make me cry
I need to know why
You think that you're shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this
So who the hell are you?
To try to bring me down, put you down
And I'm not with this
Let me show you how it is
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy
Better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way
Why you wanna curse at me? (me)
Call me all outta my name (name)
Watch yourself player
You don't wanna see it get ugly (ugly)
Why don't you get a job?
Really it ain't that hard
Instead of doing things to bug me
So who the hell are you?
To try to make me cry
I need to know why
You think that you're shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this
So who the hell are you?
To try to bring me down, put you down
And I'm not with this
Let me show you how it is
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy (you're so lame boy)
Better ask somebody (you better ask somebody)
Looks like I'll have to take my love away (take my lovin' away)
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy (so lame)
Better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way (take my lovin' away, 'way)
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you are a real thug then
Come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin'
It gets nothing
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you are a real thug then
Come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin'
It gets nothing
Boy, who the hell are you?
Walking around like you own something
When the truth is not at all (the truth is not at all)
Gave you my credit cards
So you could hit the mall
Still you complain, saying things
Tryin' to make me feel small, oh
So who the hell are you?
To try to make me cry
I need to know why
You think that you're shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this
So who the hell are you?
To try to bring me down, put you down
And I'm not with this
Let me show you how it is
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy
Better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way
Why you wanna curse at me? (me)
Call me all outta my name (name)
Watch yourself player
You don't wanna see it get ugly (ugly)
Why don't you get a job?
Really it ain't that hard
Instead of doing things to bug me
So who the hell are you?
To try to make me cry
I need to know why
You think that you're shit
You really ain't shit to do me like this
So who the hell are you?
To try to bring me down, put you down
And I'm not with this
Let me show you how it is
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy (you're so lame boy)
Better ask somebody (you better ask somebody)
Looks like I'll have to take my love away (take my lovin' away)
So baby on the real
You ain't nobody
So never try to make me feel this way, way
You are so lame, boy (so lame)
Better ask somebody
Looks like I'll have to take my love away, 'way (take my lovin' away, 'way)
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you are a real thug then
Come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin'
It gets nothing
You ain't nobody to me, so
That's why it's easy to leave you
Pack all your shit, I don't need you
And that's on the real, dude
You swear that you are a real thug then
Come around my way, you gets nothing
Don't even think about lovin', my lovin'
It gets nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Makeba Riddick, Jean Olivier, Samuel Barnes, Alexander Mosley
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