The Diplomats - Who I Am Lyrics

Uh-huh, Santana
I like that man
That bad-da-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, that's hot
That's hot I like that, uh
Yeah, who are you? Santana
Shit is crazy, man
Y'all think niggas don't cry, man? We do
Yeah, man
I gotta get my thoughts together, man
I be thinkin' a lot, man (light up a blunt)
Be cryin' sometimes too
But it's like, yo, zone out

Yo
The time is now, my grind is here shit
My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
I'm movin' at an unstoppable pace
I managed to reach the top of the race
Before it started damn, cold-hearted man
Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where ever my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
Holdin' the heat, cold sweat all on my sheet
That's why I paint the most vividest pictures
For my niggas, my bitches in the same position I live in
No oil or hot water, just boilin' hot water
Cookin' coke, to the oil and hot water, shit

But who am I, man?
I couldn't tell y'all
I cry too, man
Fuck is wrong wit' y'all, man
C'mon, who am I?
Shit is real, man
You know, I told you we cry, man
We also talk about real shit
So fuck with me
Well, at least most of the time
We do talk about some bullshit too, man
You know (yeah)
Uh, uh

Yo
I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona (yeah)
But still sell crack right on the corner
My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs
Big bail it gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks (damn)
I need to find another road to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and hollow, oh
As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer
Listenin' to some old Aaliyah, I say
Damn (damn, man), shit is crazy, man
And a tear comes tremblin' down
Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
Shit, this ain't game from the heart, this is pain from the heart
This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so

Who am I?
Already told y'all we cry, man
You know who seen my cry the most
My mother though, man (yeah)
She watched me cry a lot, man
Ha (hahaha)
yeah, I cried a whole lot around Mom Dukes, man, you know

Yo, yo
Mommy, I just want you to know
I'm in love with you so
If you wasn't here I'd be in love with your soul (oh)
My angel, mommy I'd die faithful (yes)
Just knowin' somebody tried to violate you
I'll slide eighths through the side of their facial (of course)
Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial (I will)
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, I swallow the gun (yes)
Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love, could only come from her son
Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk
Listen

C'mon, man
Listen to me
Down, down
I'm talkin' to you
Once again, man
Once again
I love you

Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed
Yeah, it's more then the liquor in me
Shit (uh), I gotta get it together
I was fallin' off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm still speakin' the truth (uh-huh)
And what I'm still speakin' is truth
This is your younger son speakin' to you mommy

Talk to me mommy
Woo
I told you I love that
Yeah
Who am I, man?
I done spoke to y'all enough, man
I think now
Y'all know why we cry
James, cut this shit off