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Anderson .Paak - Who R U? (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Lead Vocals
Cocoa Sarai
Cocoa Sarai
Vocals
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Brissett
Andre Brissett
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Dwayne Abernathy Jr
Dwayne Abernathy Jr
Songwriter
Melvin Henderson
Melvin Henderson
Songwriter
Sylvester Jordan
Sylvester Jordan
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andre Brissett
Andre Brissett
Additional Producer
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Additional Producer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Mixing Engineer
Eric Gonzalez
Eric Gonzalez
Assistant Engineer
Jhair Lazo
Jhair Lazo
Engineer
Lola A. Romero
Lola A. Romero
Assistant Engineer
Mell
Mell
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Στίχοι

They want my bidness on the front page (headlines) I put prescription in Dior frames (sunshine) I had the vision back in 12th grade (lunchtime) That I'd be killing sh-with Doc Dre (what?) I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? (Man, who the f- is this?) I don't know, no What you do? (Hmm, what?) I don't know, no You short a few? (Oh, don't make me have to lose it) Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on Ooh, savage, that's a nice get-up International, rocking Japanese denim Enough gas to get you above average How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar? New enemies they bringing my old ways back Back in my day, woulda had your whole face smacked Look at you n- wonder why I f- hate rap Ooh, what make you wanna go say that? (You) And I'm on another wave, and I'm puttin' on suede N- feeling overpaid, fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do) Don't nobody know your name We ain't ever seen ya face You ain't ever gang-bang, what you tryna prove? I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on I've been swimming through the process And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness You could proceed, but with caution Give the proceeds to my god-kids Old dirt on my conscience Same n- my pop is Lame n- wanna pop shit Get drop-kicked by a drop-kick Why you gotta lie to me so much babe? You told me the same sh- that you told what's his name If it don't work out I'll go back to hustling Couple hundred-thousand up in my mother's name, peace World peace, n- talk about "Don't shoot" Tell that to police Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? (Man, who the f- is this?) I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on Now, who are you? I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no Hey, AP, let it ride out
Writer(s): Dwayne Abernathy, Sylvester Jordan, Melvin Henderson, Andre Brissett, Andre Romell Young, Brandon Paak Anderson, Roger Habon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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