"Who What" lyrics
(Cosmic got a big blurr on his hands)
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
You ain't gotta feel me, but I'ma go and— nigga, yeah
You ain't gotta feel me, but you wanna be out your feelings, I
(Castro)
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
They don't know they part of the reason why I be gettin' high
Solvin' everybody problems, but barely gettin' by
And treat me like an outcast, André 3000
How you call a nigga flaw while you were just vouchin'?
How you gon' cross the only nigga ever step 'bout you?
Why you gon' step on my head? I'm savin' you from drownin'
How it's lookin' out here? Guess ain't no love for a zombie, even the Undertaker
They need people like me, but don't appreciate us
I just need my respect, I ain't say I'm nobody you should be afraid of
Even though I'm the first nigga you gon' ring, you need a situator
Okay, how I'm always in the middle of a damn murder?
The Big Z, last man standin'
From the six letters of the alphabet
How you be the last man standin'? Biggest Z
I'ma be the first to pop off before they get me
And how I'm always in the middle of a damn murder?
All I wanted was respect, not to be feared
I done gained a lot of both, twenty-six years
Twenty-six, big advances
I had told 'em I was sober, now they think I'm lyin'
I been smokin' weed lately, baby, this ain't molly
Know it's hard to believe a nigga when I say I'm violent
I been two years straight free, can't you see I'm tryin'?
I been tryna move on, put all this shit behind me
Every time I go to doin' right, here go the siren
Should've did like my big brother did and went to college
Stayin' far away from violence, they gon' blame the projects
Tryna ask me 'bout a body, I don't even know nobody
I'm anti-social as fuck, in my shell like turtle
Shootout got me jumpin' over corpse just like a hurdle
Many men got your name tangled in a murder
We gotta watch out for the hop out boys and the swervers
Why they tryna murk a nigga? They don't like to me icy
Pressure on my chest, I hid the TEC inside my Nike
In my Nike Tech, I got a real TEC-9
It's paper on his head, make sure you get a headshot
Nigga, you ain't my twin, don't give a damn if we Gemini
I don't know who whacked 'em, what happened? When, where, and why?
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
You ain't gotta feel me, but I'ma go and— nigga, yeah
You ain't gotta feel me, but you wanna be out your feelings, I
(Castro)
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
They don't know they part of the reason why I be gettin' high
Solvin' everybody problems, but barely gettin' by
And treat me like an outcast, André 3000
How you call a nigga flaw while you were just vouchin'?
How you gon' cross the only nigga ever step 'bout you?
Why you gon' step on my head? I'm savin' you from drownin'
How it's lookin' out here? Guess ain't no love for a zombie, even the Undertaker
They need people like me, but don't appreciate us
I just need my respect, I ain't say I'm nobody you should be afraid of
Even though I'm the first nigga you gon' ring, you need a situator
Okay, how I'm always in the middle of a damn murder?
The Big Z, last man standin'
From the six letters of the alphabet
How you be the last man standin'? Biggest Z
I'ma be the first to pop off before they get me
And how I'm always in the middle of a damn murder?
All I wanted was respect, not to be feared
I done gained a lot of both, twenty-six years
Twenty-six, big advances
I had told 'em I was sober, now they think I'm lyin'
I been smokin' weed lately, baby, this ain't molly
Know it's hard to believe a nigga when I say I'm violent
I been two years straight free, can't you see I'm tryin'?
I been tryna move on, put all this shit behind me
Every time I go to doin' right, here go the siren
Should've did like my big brother did and went to college
Stayin' far away from violence, they gon' blame the projects
Tryna ask me 'bout a body, I don't even know nobody
I'm anti-social as fuck, in my shell like turtle
Shootout got me jumpin' over corpse just like a hurdle
Many men got your name tangled in a murder
We gotta watch out for the hop out boys and the swervers
Why they tryna murk a nigga? They don't like to me icy
Pressure on my chest, I hid the TEC inside my Nike
In my Nike Tech, I got a real TEC-9
It's paper on his head, make sure you get a headshot
Nigga, you ain't my twin, don't give a damn if we Gemini
I don't know who whacked 'em, what happened? When, where, and why?
