Who That-Whoa
R Kelly ft Fat Joe Lyrics


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What? Keep going baby!

Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh
Rockland! Joe Crack, the are

Sitting at the bar with mama
Shorty trying to bring the drama
But she cannot phase a player
'cause this pimp is a moneymaker

Meetings from Shawtown to LA
Yo I came to get down at this party
I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante'
Rolling it like this track was raggae

I roll through the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For chicks who wanna roll on dubs

Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's)
Whose that off up in the truck (my niggas)
Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin')
Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior)
Well, I'm rollin' with y'all (we'll let's go)
Shorty where's the alcohol (right here)
Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)
Shorty can we make our day

Here, take a brodda to a pool party
Right off up at Miami!
Ten g's for the best bikini
Looking for the biggest booty

She got the crowd goin crazy
'cause this track here is so amazing
Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy
Still you R&B cats can't phase me

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane
Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne
We stop at a red light, she driving me insane
Yo we fiending like the shit was shit
Stop playing girl the way ya shake a fatty back
So sexy the way you telling daddy that
Turn that ass around and lemme patty that
Got me saying man I'm trying to marry that

Oh no! They did it again (who?!)
Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?)
Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's
All kind of missis
Don't matter ya ma misses
What's love got to do with fuckin' there
Everyday a new group of chicks there
We headed to the islands, the games is life
Where the fame is
Shorty almost died when we came there
Girl I know you digging the ditty dop
This my world come through
The whole city stop
Looks like ice but actually it's really not
Damos, blandes, no lies around me
5000 thou we low on the time piece
In the south bronx where you can find me
Never mind me
That's is how we ball
I'm rolling with y'all
Now tell me shorty where's the alcohol

C'mon!
Make em bounce baby!
Uh, yeah!
Uh (Keep going baby!)




That junk funky sticky, who-whee!
Uh! The are Joe Crack the don

Overall Meaning

In R. Kelly ft Fat Joe's song Who That?, the lyrics describe the party scene that the two artists are attending. R. Kelly is sitting at the bar with "mama" while a "shorty" is trying to bring the drama. However, the player that he is is not phased by her. He explains that he is a "moneymaker" and has come to party from Shawtown to LA. He has his eyes on Keesha and Shante' and is rolling it, as if the track was reggae. He is accompanied by about a hundred thugs, and they have about a thousand bucks for chicks who want to ride on dubs.


Fat Joe joins him in the second verse and explains that they are about to go to a pool party in Miami. They have ten g's for the best bikini and are looking for the largest booty. The crowd is going crazy over their track, and they have a little bit of liquor, but they're still clear-headed. Fat Joe is trying to impress a girl that he is driving with, and they're both excited to be spending time with each other.


Overall, the lyrics are descriptive of a party atmosphere that is full of excitement, alcohol, and beautiful women. The artists are surrounded by their crew, and they are living life to the fullest.


Line by Line Meaning

What? Keep going baby!
Encouragement to continue the song and keep the party going.


Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh Rockland! Joe Crack, the are
Introducing himself and his crew.


Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty trying to bring the drama But she cannot phase a player 'cause this pimp is a moneymaker
Describing how he's not phased by a girl trying to bring drama, as he's focused on making money.


Meetings from Shawtown to LA Yo I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante' Rolling it like this track was raggae
Talking about his travels across the US and how he came to party. He's interested in a couple of girls and he's enjoying the rhythm of the music.


I roll through the hottest club! With about a hundred thugs! Get about a thousand bucks For chicks who wanna roll on dubs
Boasting about his status and how he rolls with a lot of people, making a lot of money from women who want to be with him.


Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's) Whose that off up in the truck (my niggas) Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin') Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior) Well, I'm rollin' with y'all (we'll let's go) Shorty where's the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day
He is asking who is present in the cars nearby and what they're doing tonight. They are all planning to go out and have a good time. They're looking for the alcohol to set the mood for their outing.


Here, take a brodda to a pool party Right off up at Miami! Ten g's for the best bikini Looking for the biggest booty
Inviting his bros to a party in Miami, where they would be looking for women with the best bikinis and biggest booties.


She got the crowd goin crazy 'cause this track here is so amazing Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy Still you R&B cats can't phase me
Talking about how his song is making the crowd go wild, and although he's enjoying himself, he's not letting anyone phase him.


Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne We stop at a red light, she driving me insane Yo we fiending like the shit was shit Stop playing girl the way ya shake a fatty back So sexy the way you telling daddy that Turn that ass around and lemme patty that Got me saying man I'm trying to marry that
Describing his experience in a fast car with a girl spilling champagne, and how they're attracted to each other. He compliments her on her moves and expresses his desire to marry her.


Oh no! They did it again (who?!) Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?) Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's All kind of missis Don't matter ya ma misses What's love got to do with fuckin' there Everyday a new group of chicks there We headed to the islands, the games is life Where the fame is Shorty almost died when we came there Girl I know you digging the ditty dop This my world come through The whole city stop Looks like ice but actually it's really not Damos, blandes, no lies around me 5000 thou we low on the time piece In the south bronx where you can find me Never mind me That's is how we ball I'm rolling with y'all Now tell me shorty where's the alcohol
Talking about his flashy lifestyle, partying with different girls every day, and his recent trip to the Caribbean. He's describing his expensive jewelry, and where he likes to hang out. He's reiterating that he's there to party, and again, looks for the alcohol.


C'mon! Make em bounce baby! Uh, yeah! Uh (Keep going baby!) That junk funky sticky, who-whee! Uh! The are Joe Crack the don
Encouragement to keep the party going, with a comment on the music and reminding everyone of his name.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, ROBERT S. KELLY

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