Who Songtext
von Jahcoozi

This is the part where I′m supposed to go
Big up myself and do my promo
While I, spittin' lines, I make the peace sign
Sayin′, "Y'all how ya doin', y′all? Feelin′ fine!"
NO, I ain't gonna do that shit!
Back-biting bitchiness, one-up-manship
Above in the helicopters they sit the haters like flies round a fresh pile of shit
They all think I′m fly, but I think they're shit
I could sell records just by touchin my clit
On the cover of my album while takin a shit
I′ll sell even more if I keep using the word "shit"!


Who's more underground, who′s more down?
Who's the original, original clown?
Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring?
Who′s more ghetto kid, who′s been crowned?
Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds?
Who′s that other one who really can't sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting?

This is the part where I′m supposed to go
I'm sorry I left, I didn′t even let you know!
I could instead start to get into the flow
And like many others, give Great Britain a blow
Saturday night in England, on the telly, fucking Cilla
She's so old, she's still there, can′t believe that no one killed her
Drive-by shootings happenin every single day,
But British dinosaurs like her, I guess they′re here to stay
Forever, forever, forever, forever

Who's more underground, who′s more down?
Who's the original, original clown?
Who′s your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring?
Who's more ghetto kid, who′s been crowned?
Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds?
Who's that other one who really can′t sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting?