"I Get It On" LYRICS TIMBALAND

TIMBALAND LYRICS

"I Get It On"
(feat. Bassey)

What's up Jack?

[Lil' Man]This goes out, uh huhIt goes out, uh huhTo all the B-Biters, huh? What?Timbaland got something to say ya'llCheck him outThis is the lil' man speaking right nowYo, Timbaland, kick it

[Timb]If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printerIf it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winnerYou know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretenderOne in a million like AaliyahBurn like Gonorrhea, what?I beat the beater, snares everywhereCris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wristAudiences growing like a newbornYou must be on some new and improvedLyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crewTell me, who wanna mo'Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a doGive me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's meanFrom New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

Timbo I even bowed it down in NOAnd every corner that I flowYou know I get it onTimbo, I even bowed it down in NOAnd every corner that I flowI get it on

[Lil' Man]Can you get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

Can we get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

[Timb]I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)Outside production on Coko and TotalFugitive wanna buy the man for realGot warrrents beats and program to killTimbaland nigga, and I'm IllDon't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flowI'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my doughIm burnin' up, up top and down south they knowWhen it come to these beats I don't play, yoI get it on

[Lil' Man]Can I get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)

Can we get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out (Um hmm)Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it

[Bassey]I come sweeter than a two seater BenzHave your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friendsIt never ends, expensive indeedWithout the C's, lavish habits love the caratsNigga's with mad weavesSpendin' money ain't nuthin'Nigga's who style frontin'And then pretend ya gettin' oldNigga, we let you know, diamond districtPlatinum Rolex's with the chips in itMoney to burn, nigga when will you learnIt's automatic, now I realize I gotta haveLifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitchThere's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shitCheck the whip, I'm banging from my land to my sixHad you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hitI got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for thisEyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

[Timb & Lil' Man]And I told ya'll we won't miss, what?

[Lil Man]Did she get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out (Um hmm)Point 'em out, what?

Did she get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)

Can I get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out, uh (Um hmm)

Can he get it on? (Um hmm)Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)Now point 'em out nigga (Um hmm)Now point 'em out, what?

Now let's ride, yeah boo

Yo, TimbalandPeople don't understand how you do these beats, yoHa, even I don't understandYou know people always tryin' to bite youAnd made stuff like youYou da man right nowI ain't mad at chaPlay on playa