Who's Your Uncle? Songtext
von Uncle Kracker

Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh

I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mil in the bank 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 face, uh
All that and there ain′t nothing I fear yet
Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets
Five-star meals, Caribbean vacations
Everything's plush, deluxe 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′
I'm the illest mother–er on the block, no question
I ain′t destined, I don't – with fate
Self-made millionaire while you′re bustin' plates
You see, I′ve already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a – about you?


Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)

I shot dice with the devil on many occasions
Drank sh– 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 b–
And now I get all that and big loot to appear
I couldn′t steer, so I got me a chauffeur
Hired a chef ′cause I was tired of Stouffers
I got over and people showed envy

'Cause I couldn′t choose between a Lincoln and a Benz-y
Fendi shades and t– maids
I don't worry about clothes ′cause they're custom-made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
You smoked E4, and then drank 3.2 be–
I′ve already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a – about you?


Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who's your uncle?)

Detroit to Texas
Texas to LA
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who′s your uncle?)
Brooklyn to the bayou
Across the southern plains
Who brings it to you? Whoa-ooh (who′s your uncle?)