People Like Myself

<br>[chorus: timbaland]<br><br>People like myself, only hang with self cause thats the way to go<br><br>I cant go outside without findin some new kinfolks<br><br>People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole<br><br>Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go<br><br><br><br>[repeat chorus]<br><br><br><br>[magoo]<br><br>Its mag from your tv screen, buzzin off the jim beam<br><br>But the mag yall think yall know aint what I seem<br><br>Im a low-down freak from seapeak(? )<br><br>See them high school mates, I see em and dont speak<br><br>All yall wanna talk like we used to hang<br><br>Cause Im doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame<br><br>Thats why I stay out the club, be in the crib<br><br>Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone<br><br>And Im sellin cell phones, all with chips<br><br>My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war? <br><br>You and your boys can bring the noise<br><br>But ima bring hand grenades, now youre laid!<br><br>Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass<br><br>Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass<br><br>Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans<br><br>And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan<br><br><br><br>[chorus]<br><br><br><br>[timbaland]<br><br>Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)<br><br>Im over here and yall recite tims my nigga (nigga)<br><br>Like I just figure (figure)<br><br>And my tracks didnt help niggaz<br><br>So for rememdy I pound niggaz<br><br>Like I keep em in djs for that new jigga<br><br>Like them forty-two girbauds<br><br>I pocket every demo, like timbaland - hes that next nigga<br><br>Confirmed by people that she can blow<br><br>Convinced booker t shes the next to go<br><br>Now Im checkin every joint and every unit I sold<br><br>Once Im deep in the dough, Im deep with a crew<br><br>In the 80s yall screamed like the movie is through<br><br>Yall screamin this is &quot;nutty professor: part ii&quot;<br><br>To &quot;eyes wide shut&quot; to whoever I choose<br><br>I can appreciate a kidman to a, tom cruise<br><br>To a, fast food, Im strictly drive-through<br><br>The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools<br><br><br><br>[chorus]<br><br><br><br>[magoo]<br><br>Even the phone spit it, God know what Im thinkin<br><br>Im drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession<br><br>Down on my knees, beggin to god, show me the path<br><br>My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me<br><br>Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin Id fail<br><br>Tell em mag be the rap effin kenan and kel<br><br>Im spittin the version of verses curses over the churches<br><br>Rappin mo iller than thriller manila and give you salmonella<br><br><br><br>[timbaland]<br><br>Stop, the press!<br><br>Bitch, you cant afford that dress, you cant afford that hairdo<br><br>I dont want your sex, here take your fast food<br><br>&quot;tim youre dead wrong, tim youre dead rude!&quot;<br><br>Hey girl, I dont even know you<br><br>&quot;timbaland were your first cousin marion sue&quot;<br><br>My momma never ever mentioned you<br><br>My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what? <br><br><br><br>[chorus: sung by static - repeat 2x]