Timbaland - Can't Nobody - 1 Life 2 Live lyrics

[timbaland] Cmon ah what? ah, what? Cmon, ah, what? ah, what? Cmon, cmon, ah, what? Ah, 1 life 2 live, what? Ah, what? [1 life] Live, huh? yeah Yall cats aint ready, Im just too much When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much If I aint known you twenty years, I dont trust you much Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers, yeah I dont care if they crackin down Imma drug graduate without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns [babe blue] Smash you down, patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo round Pa** the crown to the new female king This is real dog, you nuthin but a lee nail thing [1 life] 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 [all] 1 - cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what what) Cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what) Cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what what) Cant nobody do it like yall do (what what what what) When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds Since some of you peoples houses I be cruisin around Slow it down cuz I think that Im losing you now For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to stop Cuz 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? ) [babe blue] We dont 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 [1 life] 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, Im trickin buying vickey secret Just to cover her punani hair Repeat 1 [lil man] Uh oh, you didnt think I was coming My people cant stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can determine what chu gon do Are ya gon play it? are ya gon move? The party aint gon start if ya dont dance I dont care if you leave, but you still be my man I dont get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique His beats are like sean archer and caster troy Ya need the same identity to find how he soars Hes the wicked man, the wicked just begun Call him timbaland the resurrection Clear-ese Dont try to hide from ya fear Clear-ese Dont ya hear the set got in ya ear? Clear-ese This is the love man youre talking to Clear-ese His beats are dope, I try to tell you Cant nobody see us in the nine eight Or the nine nine (freaky freaky) Youre late (freaky) youre late (freaky) youre late (hey girls and guys) Youre late Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Like yall, the public Is yall the public Ya do it so well This goes out to yall Quiet storm, z-man 1 life 2 live Little man Wanna thank yall For makin us Who we are today