[Intro: Armel]
A&R, called the questions
Questions, yeah, A&R's the group
Paparazzi keep asking the same questions

[Chorus: Armel]
Are we Wu? (are we? let me know, uh)
A&R, A&R, A&R, A&R
Are we Wu? (ya'll tell me, I'd really like to know)
Killa Beez, Killa Beez, Killa Beez, Killa Beez

[Armel]
She like soft, with apple Smirnoff
Pops, what's popping, from yeast to oxy cotton
Use whatever, it's easy as she got it
My flow sneak on you, like chicks when they spotting
Enough is enough, cuz times is rough
Plus I, made the stuff, to make ya'll dance
Musically sticker, throw up your hands
Body big up, log on to dance
Pack what I used to, roll one of these with those
Had a baton, but won't let go, so
Since I'm in the new kid, they think I'm stupid
Took flows from a thousand water falls, so none of ya'll
Can never get it, ya'll some nitwits
I'm syrup, your momma made home made biscuits
The beat, the rhyme, the song, the crime, lock me
It's my time, the stage is mine, papi
Bartender handing out, fender benders
Dukes said 'what up, babe, come on let's cut'
But me? Just pass the bottle
Cuz this the type of shit, you gon' hear tomorrow
We don't give a fuck, time to hit the club
We came to get crunk, time to hit the club
Leave those questions home, time to hit the club
Cuz we don't give a fuck, time to hit the club
So are we Wu?
Peace...