Uncle Kracker
Who`s Your Uncle
I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mill in the back and I` ain`t even done
i got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks
I got it all from raps and that`s the platinum facts...uhh
All that and there ain`t nothing I fear yet
Sippin` champagne up in company leer jets
5 star meals, Caribean vactions
Everything`s pluxh delux accommodations
nationwide the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high there ain`t gonna be no guessin`
And I`m the illest mother fucker on the block no question
I ain`t destined I don`t fuck with fate
Self made millionaire while your bussin` plates
You see I`ve already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Chorus:
Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who`s your Uncle'
Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains
Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who`s your Uncle'
I shot dice with the devil on many occasion
Drank shots with God in an old gas station
A couple accountants that count my statements
Cribs all paid for, no car payments
Rocked in basements for gas and beer
And now I get all that and big loot to appear
I couldn`t steer so I got me a chauffeur
Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cuz I couldn`t choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don`t worry about clothes cuz their custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin` OP`s drinkin` 32 beers
I`ve alread done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
(Chorus)
Who`s Your Uncle
I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mill in the back and I` ain`t even done
i got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks
I got it all from raps and that`s the platinum facts...uhh
All that and there ain`t nothing I fear yet
Sippin` champagne up in company leer jets
5 star meals, Caribean vactions
Everything`s pluxh delux accommodations
nationwide the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high there ain`t gonna be no guessin`
And I`m the illest mother fucker on the block no question
I ain`t destined I don`t fuck with fate
Self made millionaire while your bussin` plates
You see I`ve already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Chorus:
Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who`s your Uncle'
Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains
Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who`s your Uncle'
I shot dice with the devil on many occasion
Drank shots with God in an old gas station
A couple accountants that count my statements
Cribs all paid for, no car payments
Rocked in basements for gas and beer
And now I get all that and big loot to appear
I couldn`t steer so I got me a chauffeur
Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cuz I couldn`t choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don`t worry about clothes cuz their custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin` OP`s drinkin` 32 beers
I`ve alread done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
(Chorus)