Текст песни The Diplomats (Juelz Santana) - Who I Am
The Diplomats (Juelz Santana) - Who I Am слова песни
Uh-huh, SantanaI like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that`s hotI like that, yeah who are you? SantanaShit is crazy manY`all think niggaz don`t cry? We doYeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lotLight up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes tooBut it`s like yo... zone out[Juelz Santana]The time is now, my grind is here shitMy body is focused, my mind`s in gear, let`s start itI`m moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the raceBefore it started damn, cold-hearted manRip apart your man, for that green dollarPlain reppin` my target, stay and hollaShoot and move from where ever my targets landDamn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleepIt`s really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleepHolding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheetThat`s why I paint the most vividest picturesMy niggaz my bitches in the same position I live inNo oil and hot water, just boiling hot waterCooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shitBut Who Am I[ad libs][Juelz Santana]I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous personaBut still sold crack right on the cornerMy life consist of, a big puzzle that`s mixed upBig bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it`s big cuffsBig bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucksI need to find another road to followOne that`s new and strong, not old and hollowAs I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeerListening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...And a tear comes trimbling downNever seen a man cry, well you witness it nowShit, this isn`t game from the heart, this pain from the heartThis is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so[ad libs][Juelz Santana]Momma, I just want you to knowI`m in love with you so, if you wasn`t here I`d be in love with you soulMy angel, mommy I`d die faithfulJust knowing somone tried to violate youI`ll slide 8ths through the side of their facialSqueeze and rip apart a side of their facialI`d take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gunShit, you gotta know I`m your sonDamn, this type of love, could only come from a sonHold up mommy, I`m twisted I`m drunk...listen[ad libs][Juelz Santana]Yeah, but it`s more then the liquor and weedYeah it`s more then the liquor in meShit, I gotta get it togetherI was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughtsSo, I`m still speaking the truthAnd what I`m still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you[ad libs to fade]