- Votes:
- Composer:
- Garland Mosley / Melvin Barcliff / Timothy Mosley
 
- See also:
Timbaland - People Like Myself lyrics
People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
 People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
 It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzing off the Jim Beam
 But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem
 I'm a low-down freak from sea peak
 See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak
 All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang
 'Cause I'm doing my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame
 That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib
 Smoking a dub, counting my cash, over the phone
 And I'm selling cell phones, all with chips
 My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?
 You and your boys can bring the noise
 But I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid
 Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
 Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
 Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
 And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
 People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
 Since I got bigger I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga
 Like I just figure and my tracks didn't help niggaz
 So for remedy I pound niggaz
 Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new jigga
 Like them forty-two girbauds
 I pocket every demo, like Timbaland, he's that next nigga
 Confirmed by people that she can blow
 Convinced booker T she's the next to go
 Timbaland - People Like Myself - http://motolyrics.com/timbaland/people-like-myself-lyrics.html
 Now I'm checking every joint and every unit I sold
 Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew
 In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through
 Y'all screaming this is 'Nutty Professor Part 2'
 To eyes wide shut to whoever I choose
 I can appreciate a kid man to a, Tom Cruise
 To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive through
 The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
 People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
 Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinking
 I'm drinking and smoking and stressing, go to church for confession
 Down on my knees, begging to God, show me the path
 My label is jerking me working me so the devil can lurk in me
 Sick of niggaz bitching, wishing I'd fail
 Tell 'em Mag be the rap Eeffin Kenan and Kel
 I'm spitting the version of verses curses over the churches
 Rapping more iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
 Stop, the press
 Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo
 I don't want your sex, here take your fast food
 Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude
 Hey girl, I don't even know you
 Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue
 My momma never ever mentioned you
 My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?
 People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
 People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go
 I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
 People on my left, people on my right, all in my ear hole
 Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go









