Uncle Kracker

Who brings it to you
Whoooooohhh
I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mil in the bank and I aint even done
I got platinum plaques, I write platnum tracks
I got it all from raps and thats the platinum face, Uh
All that and there aint nothing I fear yet
Sippin champagne up in company leer jets
Five star meals, Caribbean vacations
Everythings plush deluxe accomodations
Nationwide, the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high, there aint gonna be no guessin
And Im the illest mother fucker on the block no question
I aint destined I dont fuck with fate
Self made millionaire while your bussin plates
You see Ive already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos 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 couldnt steer so I got me a chauffer
Hired a chef cause I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cause I couldnt choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I dont worry about clothes cause thier custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin OPs, drinkin three-two beer
Ive already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you
Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos your uncle?
Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos your uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you
Whooooohh
Whos your uncle?
[ Whos Your Uncle Lyrics ]