Who's That

[Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby! [Fat Joe] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh Rockland! Joe Crack, the are [R. Kelly] Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty trying to bring the drama But she cannot phase a player 'cause this pimp is a moneymaker Meetings from Shawtown to LA Yo I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante' Rolling it like this track was raggae [Bridge] I roll through the hottest club! With about a hundred thugs! Get about a thousand bucks For chicks who wanna roll on dubs [Chorus: R. Kelly:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's) Whose that off up in the truck (my niggas) Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin') Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior) Well, I'm rollin' with y'all (we'll let's go) Shorty where's the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day [R. Kelly:] Here, take a brodda to a pool party Right off up at Miami! Ten g's for the best bikini Looking for the biggest booty She got the crowd goin crazy 'cause this track here is so amazing Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy Still you R&B cats can't phase me [Chorus] [R.Kelly] Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne We stop at a red light, she driving me insane Yo we fiending like the shit was shit Stop playing girl the way ya shake a fatty back So sexy the way you telling daddy that Turn that ass around and lemme patty that Got me saying man I'm trying to marry that [Fat Joe] Oh no! They did it again (who?!) Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?) Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's All kind of missis Don't matter ya ma misses What's love got to do with fuckin' there Everyday a new group of chicks there We headed to the islands, the games is life Where the fame is Shorty almost died when we came there Girl I know you digging the ditty dop This my world come through The whole city stop Looks like ice but actually it's really not Damos, blandes, no lies around me 5000 thou we low on the time piece In the south bronx where you can find me Never mind me That's is how we ball I'm rolling with y'all Now tell me shorty where's the alcohol [Chorus] [Fat Joe] C'mon! Make em bounce baby! Uh, yeah! Uh (Keep going baby!) That junk funky sticky, who-whee! Uh! The are Joe Crack the don