TIMBALAND LYRICS
Album: "Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment" (1998)
I Get It On
To My
Here We Come
Wit' Yo' Bad Self
Lobster & Scrimp
What Cha Know About This
Can't Nobody
What Cha Talkin' 'bout
Put 'Em On
Fat Rabbit
Who Am I
Talking On The Phone
Keep It Real
John Blaze
Birthday
3:30 In The Morning
Bringin' It
Album: "Timbaland Presents Shock Value" (2007)
Oh Timbaland
Give It To Me
Release
The Way I Are
Bounce
Come & Get Me
Kill Yourself
Boardmeeting
Fantasy
Scream
Miscommunication
Bombay
Throw It On Me
Time
One & Only
Apologize
2 Man Show
Hello [International Bonus Track]
Come Around [UK & Japan Bonus Track]
Sunday, March 16, 2008
"Come Around" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Come Around"
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you later, baby come down, come down,come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
In a faraway land we got shit made, RayBan shades, warheads laid babes born in air-raids My girls roam the Everglades, Indian tribesman gamble spades,, Indian chicks, they get men laid. Milk and honey smoke high-grade, gold and diamond gems and jades, ride up on our tanks, invade , blow out things to save our name and, Mina, Rina, Tina, Sophina bein a super Indian babe We black market we black mane we hit shit out when it rains Would you come down and catch my train? Would you run down and play this game?
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you lata, baby come down, come down, come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
Baby girl, you and me need to go to your teepee. The moon is full, and I'm shining. Baby, I know you see me. Put a hump or two on your back just like that, oh girl you're on fire. I don't wanna be in love with you I'ma just break you off and say goodbye. The night is young. Don't make me wait, you just might miss your chance. I'm gon' tell you the truth Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin man. Today's the day, girl, let me get that. Don't get mad. In fact, let me hit that. I've been overkilling them, I break backs. Come down, run down, girl where your place at?
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you later, baby come down, come down, come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead.
"Come Around"
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you later, baby come down, come down,come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
In a faraway land we got shit made, RayBan shades, warheads laid babes born in air-raids My girls roam the Everglades, Indian tribesman gamble spades,, Indian chicks, they get men laid. Milk and honey smoke high-grade, gold and diamond gems and jades, ride up on our tanks, invade , blow out things to save our name and, Mina, Rina, Tina, Sophina bein a super Indian babe We black market we black mane we hit shit out when it rains Would you come down and catch my train? Would you run down and play this game?
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you lata, baby come down, come down, come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
Baby girl, you and me need to go to your teepee. The moon is full, and I'm shining. Baby, I know you see me. Put a hump or two on your back just like that, oh girl you're on fire. I don't wanna be in love with you I'ma just break you off and say goodbye. The night is young. Don't make me wait, you just might miss your chance. I'm gon' tell you the truth Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin man. Today's the day, girl, let me get that. Don't get mad. In fact, let me hit that. I've been overkilling them, I break backs. Come down, run down, girl where your place at?
Check my coat in and I paid a dollar, Side-Kick Rings, what's up? holla!Text the address i'll see you later, baby come down, come down, come down, come down, run down, run down, run down Run ,duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run, duck & run downdun da da dun da da dun da da dun etc., beat goes on A run dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun beat goes on
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead.
"Hello" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Hello"
(feat. Keri Hilson, Attitude)
[Timbaland - Talking]Lord, Aint nobody think we comin like dis They kno what im talkin bout homeboy...
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Timbaland]Baby let me come and scoop you in the Benz We can chill and lay back while I drop my top baby if you want you can bring a friend I get it poppin' off Be glad you got involved Girl if you play your position then all your problems solved They show me love in every hood and every city I go They say "Timbo you the best" and I say baby "I know" Two-tone Maybach when I slide up in it when I go my ride is tinted Gotta pull the shades back and tell her "Hello" She wanna chill wit a nigga We can smoke we can drink just keep it real wit a nigga I got a plan shawty go getcha man shawty Let me put it simple so you can understand shawty cause
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Keri Hilson]Smooth with the flow get you where you goin' You already know and if you don't then I'ma show Look how I does that they lookin' at you they lookin' at me they be like "what's that?" Tryin' to get they buzz back I got places to go and a whole lotta things to see (I guarantee) And I'ma be right here until ya'll done got enough of me Steady on my grind tryin' to get it Money on my mind, is you with it? Tryin' to hold me down cause of that ego now they ain't around, but look at me
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Attitude - Rapping]Bitch can't swim bitch gon' drown Bitch can't fly I can't either That's why a nigga get high off reefer You know I had to send a shoutout to my people
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
"Hello"
(feat. Keri Hilson, Attitude)
[Timbaland - Talking]Lord, Aint nobody think we comin like dis They kno what im talkin bout homeboy...
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Timbaland]Baby let me come and scoop you in the Benz We can chill and lay back while I drop my top baby if you want you can bring a friend I get it poppin' off Be glad you got involved Girl if you play your position then all your problems solved They show me love in every hood and every city I go They say "Timbo you the best" and I say baby "I know" Two-tone Maybach when I slide up in it when I go my ride is tinted Gotta pull the shades back and tell her "Hello" She wanna chill wit a nigga We can smoke we can drink just keep it real wit a nigga I got a plan shawty go getcha man shawty Let me put it simple so you can understand shawty cause
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Keri Hilson]Smooth with the flow get you where you goin' You already know and if you don't then I'ma show Look how I does that they lookin' at you they lookin' at me they be like "what's that?" Tryin' to get they buzz back I got places to go and a whole lotta things to see (I guarantee) And I'ma be right here until ya'll done got enough of me Steady on my grind tryin' to get it Money on my mind, is you with it? Tryin' to hold me down cause of that ego now they ain't around, but look at me
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
[Attitude - Rapping]Bitch can't swim bitch gon' drown Bitch can't fly I can't either That's why a nigga get high off reefer You know I had to send a shoutout to my people
[Keri & Timbaland][Chorus] Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello We on another level Who you down with? I'm down with several People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with Hello
"2 Man Show" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"2 Man Show"
Hold Up YallHold UpNot YetHold Up
Now...Go HeadGo Head
Like That.Yeah...Mmm
Thats Cool
Ooooooo
Bring It InI Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U AgreeDoesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Come On Break It DownWhatHuhOh
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
Ooohhhh
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U AgreeDoesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Listen To Me Right Here
I Like ThatGimmie Gimmie ThatCome On
Take It To The High LevelGo A Lil Higher Then ThatHigherSwitch It UpI Like ThatI Like That
Kill 'Em
I Like ThatGrab Yo Lady N Hug Her TightUh Huh Uh Huh
Shock Value
Me N Eltan John Signing Out
"2 Man Show"
Hold Up YallHold UpNot YetHold Up
Now...Go HeadGo Head
Like That.Yeah...Mmm
Thats Cool
Ooooooo
Bring It InI Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U AgreeDoesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Come On Break It DownWhatHuhOh
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That BackIm Really Feeling That Come On Smash TrackIts Just The Regular Two Man Show
Ooohhhh
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U AgreeDoesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Listen To Me Right Here
I Like ThatGimmie Gimmie ThatCome On
Take It To The High LevelGo A Lil Higher Then ThatHigherSwitch It UpI Like ThatI Like That
Kill 'Em
I Like ThatGrab Yo Lady N Hug Her TightUh Huh Uh Huh
Shock Value
Me N Eltan John Signing Out
"Apologize" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Apologize"
I'm holding on your ropeGot me ten feet off the groundAnd I'm hearing what you sayBut I just can't make a soundYou tell me that you need meThen you go and cut me downBut wait...You tell me that you're sorryDidn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for youAnd I need you like a heart needs a beat(But that's nothing new)Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blueAnd you saySorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too lateWoahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, yeahI said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I'm holding on your ropeGot me ten feet off the ground...
"Apologize"
I'm holding on your ropeGot me ten feet off the groundAnd I'm hearing what you sayBut I just can't make a soundYou tell me that you need meThen you go and cut me downBut wait...You tell me that you're sorryDidn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for youAnd I need you like a heart needs a beat(But that's nothing new)Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blueAnd you saySorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too lateWoahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, yeahI said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I'm holding on your ropeGot me ten feet off the ground...
"One & Only" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"One & Only"
(feat. Fall Out Boy)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I get over heels for someone (I)That I really can't deal with (deal with)I want to block her out my mindBut I really can't do itI tell myself this the last timeI'ma let her do this to meWhenever we do spend timeI realize that I can't get enough of you
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus (Patrick Stump):]To be despisedTo be lovedTo be dreamt ofTo be soughtI'm the inside of "I don't care"Right in the middleI'm right in the middleTo be despisedTo be lovedTo be dreamt ofTo be soughtI'm the inside of "I don't care"Be my unholyMy one and my lonely
[Verse 2 - Patrick Stump]I wear scarves and hoods'Cause it's the only poker face that I've got leftAnd everything I love about you is a messSmash the mirror and break the palm reader's handI want to be better than I am
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)](Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus (Patrick Stump)]
[Verse 3 - Timbaland]Girl, just look what you've doneHow could you do this to me?I gotta put my foot downI can't let you do this to meI can't forget those good ole timesAnd all the things you've been doing to meI wanna hit that one more timeI mean love, what your doing to meI'ma say it loud, right hereLet's fuck in this crowdWhy we arguingI thought me and you were supposed to beFriendsLet's chill for minuteBetter yet we could heal for a minute (for a minute)Baby, put down the knifeSometime I wanna save ya lifeWhy don't you
[Chorus (Patrick Stump)]
"One & Only"
(feat. Fall Out Boy)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I get over heels for someone (I)That I really can't deal with (deal with)I want to block her out my mindBut I really can't do itI tell myself this the last timeI'ma let her do this to meWhenever we do spend timeI realize that I can't get enough of you
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus (Patrick Stump):]To be despisedTo be lovedTo be dreamt ofTo be soughtI'm the inside of "I don't care"Right in the middleI'm right in the middleTo be despisedTo be lovedTo be dreamt ofTo be soughtI'm the inside of "I don't care"Be my unholyMy one and my lonely
[Verse 2 - Patrick Stump]I wear scarves and hoods'Cause it's the only poker face that I've got leftAnd everything I love about you is a messSmash the mirror and break the palm reader's handI want to be better than I am
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)](Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus (Patrick Stump)]
[Verse 3 - Timbaland]Girl, just look what you've doneHow could you do this to me?I gotta put my foot downI can't let you do this to meI can't forget those good ole timesAnd all the things you've been doing to meI wanna hit that one more timeI mean love, what your doing to meI'ma say it loud, right hereLet's fuck in this crowdWhy we arguingI thought me and you were supposed to beFriendsLet's chill for minuteBetter yet we could heal for a minute (for a minute)Baby, put down the knifeSometime I wanna save ya lifeWhy don't you
[Chorus (Patrick Stump)]
"Time" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Time"
(feat. She Wants Revenge)
[Timbaland:]I Got A Feeling She Keeps Me In The DarkI Gotta Get Keep My Eye On Her She Ain't no Walk In The ParkI'd Offer This But She Want That She She She Want It AllYou See She Wanted To Paint The Picture And Say She My BroadI Got A Little Tip From Word On The Block People Saying I Shouldn't Get InvolvedBut I Don' Judge Or Try To change It 'Cause You Are Who You AreI'm Like The Drug She's Addicted To Me She Can't Leave Me NowShe Always Making Plans To Date... come and find me tomorrow goodbye girl
[Chorus (She Wants Revenge):]She's too invested in the hours That Pass Her ByI'd Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The TimeI tell her easy but Her Hands They Find A WayConfusing Passion For the love he never gaveFall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A ChanceWatching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The PastI tell her easy but Her Hands They Find A WayConfusing Passion For the love he never gave
[Timbaland:]I Couldn't Get Rid Of Shawty If WantedCause She Was Down But I Was Tired Of Playing The Role Like I Ain't Know That She Get AroundSomething About This Girl Fascinates Me She's The Type That Likes To Hang With The StarsThe Way She Makes Me Feel And Sedates Me Who Knew We Would Take It This FarEverywhere That I Try To Go She got a wanted poster With My Face On ItSoon As I Walk Out The Door There It Is wanted poster with my face on itCan't Blame My Self And It's Not My Fault 'Cause Nothing Was Promised At Least I Could Say IWas Honest But Bye Girl
[Chorus]
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
"Time"
(feat. She Wants Revenge)
[Timbaland:]I Got A Feeling She Keeps Me In The DarkI Gotta Get Keep My Eye On Her She Ain't no Walk In The ParkI'd Offer This But She Want That She She She Want It AllYou See She Wanted To Paint The Picture And Say She My BroadI Got A Little Tip From Word On The Block People Saying I Shouldn't Get InvolvedBut I Don' Judge Or Try To change It 'Cause You Are Who You AreI'm Like The Drug She's Addicted To Me She Can't Leave Me NowShe Always Making Plans To Date... come and find me tomorrow goodbye girl
[Chorus (She Wants Revenge):]She's too invested in the hours That Pass Her ByI'd Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The TimeI tell her easy but Her Hands They Find A WayConfusing Passion For the love he never gaveFall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A ChanceWatching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The PastI tell her easy but Her Hands They Find A WayConfusing Passion For the love he never gave
[Timbaland:]I Couldn't Get Rid Of Shawty If WantedCause She Was Down But I Was Tired Of Playing The Role Like I Ain't Know That She Get AroundSomething About This Girl Fascinates Me She's The Type That Likes To Hang With The StarsThe Way She Makes Me Feel And Sedates Me Who Knew We Would Take It This FarEverywhere That I Try To Go She got a wanted poster With My Face On ItSoon As I Walk Out The Door There It Is wanted poster with my face on itCan't Blame My Self And It's Not My Fault 'Cause Nothing Was Promised At Least I Could Say IWas Honest But Bye Girl
[Chorus]
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
"Throw It On Me" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Throw It On Me"
The time has come... Flyweight champion of the world !(Flyweight Champion of the world)... The time has come !
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Take it to the back of the clubFast talkin' don't take this the wrong wayI been peepin' that assAnd if you give me my chance I ain't gon' playI really want to get to know yaThat's what I told ya girl you know I don't playI wanna put it in ya (OWW!) girlYou better do what the song say
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]I got so many broadsWhite cars I can jump in two or three in the same dayAnd when I park my carSoon as I walk in the spot women say (OWW!) theyShowin' me tittiesAnd they callin' my name and all night gotdamn babe (SHUT UP!)Niggas is hatin' me'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl !
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 3 - Timbaland]Girl, now, look at that assYou probably a gold digger but I ain't KanyeBaby girl you on the right trackBut 'cha goin' the wrong wayAnd when we leave out the party baby girlI got the game that they gon' playAnd when ya wake up tomorrowI'll be on the highway (PEACE!)
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
"Throw It On Me"
The time has come... Flyweight champion of the world !(Flyweight Champion of the world)... The time has come !
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Take it to the back of the clubFast talkin' don't take this the wrong wayI been peepin' that assAnd if you give me my chance I ain't gon' playI really want to get to know yaThat's what I told ya girl you know I don't playI wanna put it in ya (OWW!) girlYou better do what the song say
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]I got so many broadsWhite cars I can jump in two or three in the same dayAnd when I park my carSoon as I walk in the spot women say (OWW!) theyShowin' me tittiesAnd they callin' my name and all night gotdamn babe (SHUT UP!)Niggas is hatin' me'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl !
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 3 - Timbaland]Girl, now, look at that assYou probably a gold digger but I ain't KanyeBaby girl you on the right trackBut 'cha goin' the wrong wayAnd when we leave out the party baby girlI got the game that they gon' playAnd when ya wake up tomorrowI'll be on the highway (PEACE!)
[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on meUnh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
"Bombay" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Bombay"
Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum PumOoowwwhooaa (guys)
Ahhhhhhhhhh (carries on through) [Punjabi Chick]Yeah [Timbaland]Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Mere Gaan (My life or My Love)Mere Gaan Come on [Timbaland]
Ooooooooooo (carries on through)Ye DiwanagiHuh? [Timbaland]Na roke kubi (May this infactuation never end)Mere GaanMere Gaan Yeah [Timbaland]
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)Break it down [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)Say What? [Timbaland]Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me why)Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me Why)Haah! [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me why)Ah ha ha haFricky fricky dumm [DJ scratch noise...Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)Haah! [Timbaland]Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)Haah! [Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)O! [Timbaland]Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)Fricky fricky ahh [DJ scratch beatbox again...Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]There aint no way in the world im gonna leave you baby [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Your my teasure and i got the key to ya baby [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Let's ride on my Titanic baby (...if u know what i mean) [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Being in love goes down as one of the greatest [Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Theres no me without you (you) [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Baby girl you make my dream come true [Timbaland]Sing it to me
Tu hay tu hay, Hum yaha hay (you are you are, we are here)Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say (come on let go from this place)Aahoo millay, zazah millay (come on lets meet, lets meet ecstasy)Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay (now let us both, become one)
Hey hey hey hey [repeats+carries on through]Pa pum pum pa pa ra [repeats+carries on through]Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me come onPut it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoBreak it down now
Ah ah ah ah [repeats+carries on through]Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uh
Ahhwooahhhaaa [repeats+carries on through]Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaFricky fricky break owwh [DJ scratch beat boxing]
Pum pum pum pum pa rum [repeats+carries on through]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Haah! [Timbaland]
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Beebay [Timbaland]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Beebay [Timbaland]Rooooaaaaaah [Timbaland]
"Bombay"
Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum PumOoowwwhooaa (guys)
Ahhhhhhhhhh (carries on through) [Punjabi Chick]Yeah [Timbaland]Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Mere Gaan (My life or My Love)Mere Gaan Come on [Timbaland]
Ooooooooooo (carries on through)Ye DiwanagiHuh? [Timbaland]Na roke kubi (May this infactuation never end)Mere GaanMere Gaan Yeah [Timbaland]
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)Bring it Back [Timbaland]Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)Break it down [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)Say What? [Timbaland]Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me why)Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me Why)Haah! [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)Ah ha ha haPucho Na (Don't ask me why)Ah ha ha haFricky fricky dumm [DJ scratch noise...Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)Haah! [Timbaland]Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)Haah! [Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)O! [Timbaland]Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)Fricky fricky ahh [DJ scratch beatbox again...Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]There aint no way in the world im gonna leave you baby [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Your my teasure and i got the key to ya baby [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Let's ride on my Titanic baby (...if u know what i mean) [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Being in love goes down as one of the greatest [Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Theres no me without you (you) [Timbaland]Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]Baby girl you make my dream come true [Timbaland]Sing it to me
Tu hay tu hay, Hum yaha hay (you are you are, we are here)Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say (come on let go from this place)Aahoo millay, zazah millay (come on lets meet, lets meet ecstasy)Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay (now let us both, become one)
Hey hey hey hey [repeats+carries on through]Pa pum pum pa pa ra [repeats+carries on through]Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me come onPut it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoGive it to me hey!Put it up yoBreak it down now
Ah ah ah ah [repeats+carries on through]Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uh
Ahhwooahhhaaa [repeats+carries on through]Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaI like that uhOoowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaaFricky fricky break owwh [DJ scratch beat boxing]
Pum pum pum pum pa rum [repeats+carries on through]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Doh [Timbaland]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Haah! [Timbaland]
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Beebay [Timbaland]Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick]Beebay [Timbaland]Rooooaaaaaah [Timbaland]
"Miscommunication" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Miscommunication"
(feat. Keri Hilson, Sebastian)
[Timbaland:]Oh! Two step. Oh!Let me talk to you girl
[Keri:]What?
[Timbaland:]I'm in your part of townI call your phone and you're no where to be foundYou do this every timeYou be M.I.A. every single time
The part that kills meYou rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.But I ain't gon' be no clownI guess I call you next time I'm in your townAnd you say to me
[Keri:]So what, I was out with my friendsI'm a grown womanIt's the weekend, ohSo what if I don't answer my phoneWhat if I'm not aloneI'm with himWhat's it to you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me, you're killing you're killing meand Ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
I cannot escapeno matter what I docan't get away from you, ohcall me everydayand that there ain't never coolgetting on my nervesI think it's time you knewonly gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plusyou were looking sad and lonely, ohbut that's all it wasjust put you in the gameand here you go complainin'what's up with you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me your killing you're killing meand ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
[Sebastian:]like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your numberI ain't chasin' I ain't even no runnerdon't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huhhow you hard to be reachedI can put you where you hard to be reachedblack sand on the balls of your feetYou can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,this your own private beach, hahaand when it comes to sex,just a little bit of love and little bit of thatmaybe push it back where your ribs is atshare a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, hahaI'm just jokin' of course,I'm trying to put your sex game back on courseif you feelin' dry, like you don't get moistif you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
"Miscommunication"
(feat. Keri Hilson, Sebastian)
[Timbaland:]Oh! Two step. Oh!Let me talk to you girl
[Keri:]What?
[Timbaland:]I'm in your part of townI call your phone and you're no where to be foundYou do this every timeYou be M.I.A. every single time
The part that kills meYou rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.But I ain't gon' be no clownI guess I call you next time I'm in your townAnd you say to me
[Keri:]So what, I was out with my friendsI'm a grown womanIt's the weekend, ohSo what if I don't answer my phoneWhat if I'm not aloneI'm with himWhat's it to you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me, you're killing you're killing meand Ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
I cannot escapeno matter what I docan't get away from you, ohcall me everydayand that there ain't never coolgetting on my nervesI think it's time you knewonly gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plusyou were looking sad and lonely, ohbut that's all it wasjust put you in the gameand here you go complainin'what's up with you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me your killing you're killing meand ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
[Sebastian:]like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your numberI ain't chasin' I ain't even no runnerdon't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huhhow you hard to be reachedI can put you where you hard to be reachedblack sand on the balls of your feetYou can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,this your own private beach, hahaand when it comes to sex,just a little bit of love and little bit of thatmaybe push it back where your ribs is atshare a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, hahaI'm just jokin' of course,I'm trying to put your sex game back on courseif you feelin' dry, like you don't get moistif you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
"Scream" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Scream"
I got a plan for you and ILet's journey across the Venetian skies.Can i have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pieMay I cut the first slice, so won't you
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Intoxicated with desire,And you're the designated driver, yeahI'm not afraid, 'cause I'm a rider, yeahAin't nothing wrong with feeling right, so won't you
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Oh)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (You make me scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
I love it babe, got me here doing things I`d never doCan hold me downs, why I'm here making sure, things are up for you (get it)Like a getaway , for the lights go off, you turn onI love this place, cause I can hear the echo when you make me ah
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (If your feeling good)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Let me know)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Show me it feels good)
In the car, at the partyGot his hands, On your bodyDon't fight it, OohIf you like it, Ooh
In your room, on the rooftopFeels good, don't stopDon't fight it, Ooh (Don't you fight it)If you like it, Ooh (Why don't you)
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right ()Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Uh, Sing it)
If you love me girlWhy don't youIf it feels good why don't you (sing it)Uh, if you love me girl, why don't you justCause when it feels good it (don't fight it)If you like it
Yeah,Don't fight it, oohYeah,If you like it, ooh
Don't you like thatIt feels so good,don?t it?Grab my hand babyTake a walk on the beach, clear your minds
Hold your string hereDon't you like that beatYou do?What else you like?Hmm
I can accommodate thatOh you like my swagger?You like how I changed it up?I like it too babyBut for now,
Hey the beat is going a little bit too long
Oh you like it this long? HmmThat means you like to make love long?Yeah, I feel thatOoh.
I like how you shaking your hips to itIt's about to end baby, but don't you stopKeep it goingKeep it goingKeep it goingBring it over hereSit on my lapKiss meNo no no, right hereYeahOh i like thatOoh i like thatOoh
I'mma stop bullshitting, ha ha.
"Scream"
I got a plan for you and ILet's journey across the Venetian skies.Can i have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pieMay I cut the first slice, so won't you
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling rightScream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Intoxicated with desire,And you're the designated driver, yeahI'm not afraid, 'cause I'm a rider, yeahAin't nothing wrong with feeling right, so won't you
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Oh)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (You make me scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
I love it babe, got me here doing things I`d never doCan hold me downs, why I'm here making sure, things are up for you (get it)Like a getaway , for the lights go off, you turn onI love this place, cause I can hear the echo when you make me ah
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (If your feeling good)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Let me know)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Show me it feels good)
In the car, at the partyGot his hands, On your bodyDon't fight it, OohIf you like it, Ooh
In your room, on the rooftopFeels good, don't stopDon't fight it, Ooh (Don't you fight it)If you like it, Ooh (Why don't you)
[Chorus:]Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right ()Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Uh, Sing it)
If you love me girlWhy don't youIf it feels good why don't you (sing it)Uh, if you love me girl, why don't you justCause when it feels good it (don't fight it)If you like it
Yeah,Don't fight it, oohYeah,If you like it, ooh
Don't you like thatIt feels so good,don?t it?Grab my hand babyTake a walk on the beach, clear your minds
Hold your string hereDon't you like that beatYou do?What else you like?Hmm
I can accommodate thatOh you like my swagger?You like how I changed it up?I like it too babyBut for now,
Hey the beat is going a little bit too long
Oh you like it this long? HmmThat means you like to make love long?Yeah, I feel thatOoh.
I like how you shaking your hips to itIt's about to end baby, but don't you stopKeep it goingKeep it goingKeep it goingBring it over hereSit on my lapKiss meNo no no, right hereYeahOh i like thatOoh i like thatOoh
I'mma stop bullshitting, ha ha.
"Fantasy" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Fantasy"
[Intro:]Let me show you boy, hah, are you ready?
Fantasy (oh) it could be (oh) good and we(I was just thinkin’ … about you)Wildest thing, (you have) ever dreamed (boy)(So what will it be?)
[Verse:]Just lookin’ at you shorty lights a flame inside (inside),I’m wondering if you can come and help put out the fire (fire),But you created me, baby, tell me what you likeCause I can be your all boy, I can be your love toyIf you ain't busy baby, I’m all yours tonight (tonight),Let imagination take us for a field in mindsTravellin’ in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life,That no ones ever seen yet, can I….
[Hook:]Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse:]Cause think of all the tasty things that we can try (try),The karma you can have being within Money can buy(ho ho ho ho)We ain't even gotta keep it quiet, boy all my walls are sound proof,I can scream your name boo (oh)Let me tell ya house (how), we will not disturb,I found a place our Neighbors.. you get all that you deserve,boy I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve,to come see what if feels like, can I …
[Hook:]Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse:]Touch it, touch it, feel it, Roll around it, and if you like,Taste it, taste it, and Embrace it again a second time,Don’t you waste it, you’ll regret it, Cause I can satisfy,any fantasy that you can come with, can I ….
[Hook:]Let me Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and weMight just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and weMight just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
"Fantasy"
[Intro:]Let me show you boy, hah, are you ready?
Fantasy (oh) it could be (oh) good and we(I was just thinkin’ … about you)Wildest thing, (you have) ever dreamed (boy)(So what will it be?)
[Verse:]Just lookin’ at you shorty lights a flame inside (inside),I’m wondering if you can come and help put out the fire (fire),But you created me, baby, tell me what you likeCause I can be your all boy, I can be your love toyIf you ain't busy baby, I’m all yours tonight (tonight),Let imagination take us for a field in mindsTravellin’ in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life,That no ones ever seen yet, can I….
[Hook:]Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse:]Cause think of all the tasty things that we can try (try),The karma you can have being within Money can buy(ho ho ho ho)We ain't even gotta keep it quiet, boy all my walls are sound proof,I can scream your name boo (oh)Let me tell ya house (how), we will not disturb,I found a place our Neighbors.. you get all that you deserve,boy I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve,to come see what if feels like, can I …
[Hook:]Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse:]Touch it, touch it, feel it, Roll around it, and if you like,Taste it, taste it, and Embrace it again a second time,Don’t you waste it, you’ll regret it, Cause I can satisfy,any fantasy that you can come with, can I ….
[Hook:]Let me Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),It could be (so) good and we..Might just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and weMight just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,It could be (so) good and weMight just get it hot up in the..Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
"Boardmeeting" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Boardmeeting"
Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takesI'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huhHey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huhHey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh Hey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell yaYou got me feining for your body partsYou said you lonely and you need it badCome and see me when you wanna to startAnd where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talkGirl, relax and let me do my thingBaby I don't wanna to break your heartI just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga (heart with a man)? fo shoIn the back of my mind, girl you infidelEven though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chestRole play you the best, you supply the sexYes, I'm a fein of your holeOne hit of you, when I lose controlI look in your eyes, I can see yo soulBankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huhGet ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huhHey! Get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh Get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh
Meeting's ajournedHuh, the meeting's just begunWatch this
"Boardmeeting"
Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takesI'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huhHey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huhHey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh Hey, get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell yaYou got me feining for your body partsYou said you lonely and you need it badCome and see me when you wanna to startAnd where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talkGirl, relax and let me do my thingBaby I don't wanna to break your heartI just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga (heart with a man)? fo shoIn the back of my mind, girl you infidelEven though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chestRole play you the best, you supply the sexYes, I'm a fein of your holeOne hit of you, when I lose controlI look in your eyes, I can see yo soulBankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]Come in my sight? with the blunt in the airLet me seduce you, let me play in your hairI see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairsHey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huhGet ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huhHey! Get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh Get ya back up off the wallUh-huh, uh-huh
Meeting's ajournedHuh, the meeting's just begunWatch this
"Kill Yourself" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Kill Yourself"
[Voice:]Get Out, You Can't Be In Here, You Have To Get Out.I Implore You, Please?.. Please?..You All Going To Die Down Here...
It's Life Or Death, Either One,The King Is Back, Take Heat And Run,I Piss And Take A Shit On Ur Beef For Fun,I Killed The Game, I Aint Even Used A Gun,Who Better Than Me? Don't Make Me Laugh,I Run This Shit,They Just Chase My Ass,I Aint Talkin Shit Nigga, Just Tellin The Facts,I Think All The Tracks Im Hearin From Niggas Is Whack,I Be Hearin These Niggas,What They Say In They Rhymes,I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine,I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks,U Disagree Homie Then Go On And Jump,U Can Bump Ur Gum,U Can Say What U Want,Thats All U Gon Do Cuz Yall Niggas Is Punks,Im Number One, U Aint Nuthin' But Shit,When They Need A Hit Im Who They Gon' And Get,Talk To Me...
[Chorus:]If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,Gon' HeadKill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill YourselfDon' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfKill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfIf I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Im Tired Of Niggas, Niggas Is Tired,U Aint A G, I See Bitch In Ur Eyes,If U Close To Me, U Suposed To Be,But Most Of U Rap Niggas Is Hoes To Me,Wherever U From, The Question I Ask,Is Do U Think I Give A Fuck, Riddle Me That,Cuz In My Hood And U Jump Into Hell And Back,This Industry Shit, To Hell Wit That,I Seen Em Come, I Seen Em Go,I Doubt If U Can Show Me Sum'in I Aint Seen Before,Who Suposed To Be In Charge? I Need To Know,When I Shake Ur Hand Ima Step On Ur Toe,Go Getcha Gun, Go Getcha Click,Imma Be Rite Here Chillin Wit Yo Bitch,U Mad At Me? Cuz Im Gettin Rich,Well Put The Pistol To Ur Head And Empty The Clip, Pop Nigga!
[Chorus:]If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,Gon' HeadKill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill YourselfDon' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfKill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfIf I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
See My Heart, Feel My PainSome Of Dese Stars, Some Is Lames,How They Follow Little Trends To Get They Fame,I Aint Snappin My Damn Fingers To Get In The Game,U Claim U Rich, Show Me Son,If U Got So Many Dollas Then Loan Me One,Fools Think They Killas They Own A Gun,When U No U Bout As Sweet As A Honey Bun,Trash Ur Broads, Behind A Bar,Like U Dat Dude Frontin Hard,Vip Bands Dont Make U A Star,Like We Really Still Dont No Who The Fuck U Are,Dont Talk Behind My Back Just Call Me Nigga,Move My Heart To The SideMake Room To Forgive YaIf U Still Wanna Hang, We'll Come To Get Ya,Put The Rope Around Ur Neck And Jump My Nigga!
[Voice:]Your All Going To Die Down Here...Get Out Get Out You Cant Be In Here...You're All Going To Die Down Here..
"Kill Yourself"
[Voice:]Get Out, You Can't Be In Here, You Have To Get Out.I Implore You, Please?.. Please?..You All Going To Die Down Here...
It's Life Or Death, Either One,The King Is Back, Take Heat And Run,I Piss And Take A Shit On Ur Beef For Fun,I Killed The Game, I Aint Even Used A Gun,Who Better Than Me? Don't Make Me Laugh,I Run This Shit,They Just Chase My Ass,I Aint Talkin Shit Nigga, Just Tellin The Facts,I Think All The Tracks Im Hearin From Niggas Is Whack,I Be Hearin These Niggas,What They Say In They Rhymes,I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine,I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks,U Disagree Homie Then Go On And Jump,U Can Bump Ur Gum,U Can Say What U Want,Thats All U Gon Do Cuz Yall Niggas Is Punks,Im Number One, U Aint Nuthin' But Shit,When They Need A Hit Im Who They Gon' And Get,Talk To Me...
[Chorus:]If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,Gon' HeadKill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill YourselfDon' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfKill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfIf I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Im Tired Of Niggas, Niggas Is Tired,U Aint A G, I See Bitch In Ur Eyes,If U Close To Me, U Suposed To Be,But Most Of U Rap Niggas Is Hoes To Me,Wherever U From, The Question I Ask,Is Do U Think I Give A Fuck, Riddle Me That,Cuz In My Hood And U Jump Into Hell And Back,This Industry Shit, To Hell Wit That,I Seen Em Come, I Seen Em Go,I Doubt If U Can Show Me Sum'in I Aint Seen Before,Who Suposed To Be In Charge? I Need To Know,When I Shake Ur Hand Ima Step On Ur Toe,Go Getcha Gun, Go Getcha Click,Imma Be Rite Here Chillin Wit Yo Bitch,U Mad At Me? Cuz Im Gettin Rich,Well Put The Pistol To Ur Head And Empty The Clip, Pop Nigga!
[Chorus:]If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,Gon' HeadKill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill YourselfDon' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfKill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,Kill Your Self Kill Your SelfIf I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
See My Heart, Feel My PainSome Of Dese Stars, Some Is Lames,How They Follow Little Trends To Get They Fame,I Aint Snappin My Damn Fingers To Get In The Game,U Claim U Rich, Show Me Son,If U Got So Many Dollas Then Loan Me One,Fools Think They Killas They Own A Gun,When U No U Bout As Sweet As A Honey Bun,Trash Ur Broads, Behind A Bar,Like U Dat Dude Frontin Hard,Vip Bands Dont Make U A Star,Like We Really Still Dont No Who The Fuck U Are,Dont Talk Behind My Back Just Call Me Nigga,Move My Heart To The SideMake Room To Forgive YaIf U Still Wanna Hang, We'll Come To Get Ya,Put The Rope Around Ur Neck And Jump My Nigga!
[Voice:]Your All Going To Die Down Here...Get Out Get Out You Cant Be In Here...You're All Going To Die Down Here..
"Come & Get Me" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Come & Get Me"
Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid YouI Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is YouThinkin You Can See The King, When You UnofficialYou Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I'll Launch These MissilesI'm A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit UpWe Aint Like Them Other Fools, Who Dont Compare To UsAll The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It UpBut Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It UpWhen My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On BoardThey Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off YoursI Get Respect Homie All Across The BoardI Get A Quarter Mill A Track Without An AwardEver Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See MeIn The Street I Hold My Ground Like I'm ConcreteI Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get DeepI'm Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep(Nigga)
[Chorus]
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See MeYou Know Where I'm At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me [x2]
[50 Cent]
Nigga You Violate I Regulate Rat Tat TatBigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech Run and A Bullseye Form on Your BackIt's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload Cut A Nigga QuickYe My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy ShitNigga Thats What I see Through You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherfucker I Eat YouYou Food And I'm In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer FlyNigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or DieYour Choice, You Choose I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been ShotNigga.. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships CreekYou Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes CloseYour Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop,Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost RiderP89 Ye I Let My Toast Slide, Costa Rica To BrazilI Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your Bitch Bald HeadedLike Britney Spears, I'm In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money2 More Flips Thats Anna Nicole Smith Money, Fuck A G4I'm In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats Airplane TalkI'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your HandsSpaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me Blunted,There's No Talk Abouts.. You Dont Fuck On An Empty StomachBy Out The Mall, Then Hug The Block, Hundred Thou Wood GrainIn A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The Club Got My Ruge In The Club, Pay A Bouncer A BuckNow My Uz In The Club, Ye Nigga
[Chorus]
"Come & Get Me"
Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid YouI Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is YouThinkin You Can See The King, When You UnofficialYou Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I'll Launch These MissilesI'm A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit UpWe Aint Like Them Other Fools, Who Dont Compare To UsAll The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It UpBut Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It UpWhen My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On BoardThey Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off YoursI Get Respect Homie All Across The BoardI Get A Quarter Mill A Track Without An AwardEver Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See MeIn The Street I Hold My Ground Like I'm ConcreteI Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get DeepI'm Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep(Nigga)
[Chorus]
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See MeYou Know Where I'm At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me [x2]
[50 Cent]
Nigga You Violate I Regulate Rat Tat TatBigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech Run and A Bullseye Form on Your BackIt's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload Cut A Nigga QuickYe My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy ShitNigga Thats What I see Through You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherfucker I Eat YouYou Food And I'm In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer FlyNigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or DieYour Choice, You Choose I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been ShotNigga.. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships CreekYou Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes CloseYour Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop,Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost RiderP89 Ye I Let My Toast Slide, Costa Rica To BrazilI Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your Bitch Bald HeadedLike Britney Spears, I'm In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money2 More Flips Thats Anna Nicole Smith Money, Fuck A G4I'm In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats Airplane TalkI'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your HandsSpaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me Blunted,There's No Talk Abouts.. You Dont Fuck On An Empty StomachBy Out The Mall, Then Hug The Block, Hundred Thou Wood GrainIn A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The Club Got My Ruge In The Club, Pay A Bouncer A BuckNow My Uz In The Club, Ye Nigga
[Chorus]
"Bounce" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Bounce"
(feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake)
(Tempo has reached critical level)(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't prettyBreak bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneysTell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my BentleyI am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' meBaby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against meWhoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're historyAll you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk meSet it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next weekCome on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung HoI got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitationSorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion andAin't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no drawsIn the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it upGot Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him lookWhen he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' buttMmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truckTake him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buckI don't have to do much to make you get it upSome young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlorsI pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottlesOnly rich girls, we only buy the bottlesAnd like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
"Bounce"
(feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake)
(Tempo has reached critical level)(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounceC'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't prettyBreak bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneysTell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my BentleyI am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' meBaby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against meWhoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're historyAll you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk meSet it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next weekCome on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung HoI got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitationSorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion andAin't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no drawsIn the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it upGot Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him lookWhen he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' buttMmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truckTake him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buckI don't have to do much to make you get it upSome young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlorsI pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottlesOnly rich girls, we only buy the bottlesAnd like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on youAnd you on me and me on you and you on herThen her on me and her on you and y'all on meThen me on y'all and y'all on meMenage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
"The Way I Are" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"The Way I Are"
(feat. Keri Hilson, D.O.E.)
[Verse 1: Timbaland]I ain't got no moneyI ain't got no car to take you on a dateI can't even buy you flowersBut together we'll be the perfect soul matesTalk to me girl
[Bridge (Keri Hilson):]Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for meIf we go dutch, you can still touch my love, it's freeWe can work without the perks just you and meThug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]Baby if you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are(I'm about to strip and I'm well equippedCan you handle me the way I are?)I don't need the G's or the car keysBoy I like you just the way you areLet me see you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like, I like, I like
[Verse 2: Timbaland]I ain't got no VisaI ain't got no Red American ExpressWe can't go nowhere exoticIt don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you bestTalk to me girl
[Bridge (Keri Hilson)]
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]Baby if you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are(I'm about to strip and I'm well equippedCan you handle me the way I are?)I don't need the G's or the car keysBoy I like you just the way you areLet me see you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are
[Verse 3: D.O.E.]Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a houseListen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float your boatSo listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you're gonna want some moreSo listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah
"The Way I Are"
(feat. Keri Hilson, D.O.E.)
[Verse 1: Timbaland]I ain't got no moneyI ain't got no car to take you on a dateI can't even buy you flowersBut together we'll be the perfect soul matesTalk to me girl
[Bridge (Keri Hilson):]Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for meIf we go dutch, you can still touch my love, it's freeWe can work without the perks just you and meThug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]Baby if you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are(I'm about to strip and I'm well equippedCan you handle me the way I are?)I don't need the G's or the car keysBoy I like you just the way you areLet me see you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like, I like, I like
[Verse 2: Timbaland]I ain't got no VisaI ain't got no Red American ExpressWe can't go nowhere exoticIt don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you bestTalk to me girl
[Bridge (Keri Hilson)]
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]Baby if you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are(I'm about to strip and I'm well equippedCan you handle me the way I are?)I don't need the G's or the car keysBoy I like you just the way you areLet me see you strip, you can get a tip'Cause I like you just the way you are
[Verse 3: D.O.E.]Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a houseListen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float your boatSo listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you're gonna want some moreSo listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah
"Release" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Release"
[Intro:]AlrightHeyClapOhI need you girl (Hey)I really need youI need you girl(Let me tell you something)I think am getting in charge (yeah)So feel the party codes (yeah)With all my Gs in the back (yeah)Who needs a bodyguard (yeah)I think I need to...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
I'm out of...
(Oh, yeah)I push the party stars (yeah)They just can't even see me (yeah)We flame the party hard (yeah)I think I need to...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
Who holds the party strikesHe keeps the party movin'The club is over packedLook this can't wait till dawn
(Yeah)We've got a video (yeah)I think we are late for our shoot (yeah)We had our video (yeah)Hey, these girls ain't cute (yeah)They want me to do my part (yeah)But first I gotta...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
"Release"
[Intro:]AlrightHeyClapOhI need you girl (Hey)I really need youI need you girl(Let me tell you something)I think am getting in charge (yeah)So feel the party codes (yeah)With all my Gs in the back (yeah)Who needs a bodyguard (yeah)I think I need to...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
I'm out of...
(Oh, yeah)I push the party stars (yeah)They just can't even see me (yeah)We flame the party hard (yeah)I think I need to...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
Who holds the party strikesHe keeps the party movin'The club is over packedLook this can't wait till dawn
(Yeah)We've got a video (yeah)I think we are late for our shoot (yeah)We had our video (yeah)Hey, these girls ain't cute (yeah)They want me to do my part (yeah)But first I gotta...
[Chorus:]ReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of controlWhose here to partyReleaseI am out of controlI'm out of bodyReleaseI am out of control
"Give It To Me" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Give It To Me"
(feat. Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake)
[Timbaland]Is it going? Is it going?Is it going? Is it going?I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Oh yea bossCome on
[Nelly Furtado]I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eyeI'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm flySeen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dopeI'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my ropeI'm a supermodel and mami, si mamiAmnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on locklove my ass and my abs in the video called "Promiscuous"My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
[Nelly + (Justin)]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they handsI get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-andNever gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper handI'm respected from Californ-I-A, way down to JapanI'm a real producer and you just a piano manYour songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-anNiggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chanceSomebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can
[Nelly + (Justin)]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Justin Timberlake]Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, I don't think you came in clearWhen you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up hereI saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..."We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't thereIf se-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi-it-itDon't hate on me just because you didn't come up with itSo if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other wayCause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
[Nelly + Justin]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Nelly (Justin)]Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)
[Nelly + Justin]... club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
"Give It To Me"
(feat. Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake)
[Timbaland]Is it going? Is it going?Is it going? Is it going?I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Oh yea bossCome on
[Nelly Furtado]I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eyeI'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm flySeen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dopeI'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my ropeI'm a supermodel and mami, si mamiAmnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on locklove my ass and my abs in the video called "Promiscuous"My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
[Nelly + (Justin)]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they handsI get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-andNever gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper handI'm respected from Californ-I-A, way down to JapanI'm a real producer and you just a piano manYour songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-anNiggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chanceSomebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can
[Nelly + (Justin)]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Justin Timberlake]Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, I don't think you came in clearWhen you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up hereI saw you tryin' to act cute on TV, "Just let me clear the air..."We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't thereIf se-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi-it-itDon't hate on me just because you didn't come up with itSo if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other wayCause our run will never be over, not at least until we say
[Nelly + Justin]If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Nelly (Justin)]Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)
Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)Oh.. (Damn, improve)
[Nelly + Justin]... club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real niceIf you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all nightWe ain't here to hurt nobody(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)Wanna see you work your body(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
"Oh Timbaland" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Oh Timbaland"
[Verse 1:]A aint got no fillin,Ama let these niggaz know,A been killin em wit these beats,Now am spittin dem killer flows,Whatcha know bout me dog,Not a damn thing,Gotta problem u can c me in da streets dog,Am on 1 man game,Dont take this lightly,If a want u dead its done,A can make dat hype n b cuts,Nigga ma bread is long,A done been both sides of the tracks,U can say a trained da game,A lotta niggaz tryna get in ma lane,Err body askin me da same ol thing, (what they say)
[Chorus: x8]Oh timbaland,Where he go run 2?,(nowhere)
[Verse 2:]A aint goin nowhere dog,Ama b right here in ya face,Cant do it like me dog,Ya kick drum aint got enough bass,Dont ever talk bad about me,U jus might make me mad,N a jus might c u sumwhere,N brake ur ass in half,Its nothin but timbaland in da u strip,
Now am in a whole nother zone,U can let me do me,U can do u,O get popped in ya door,Hit love on the verge 2 da block,So recognize da game,Timbaland aint gonna run mowhere baby,Timbaland got private planes,
[Chorus: x8]Oh timbaland,Where he go run 2?,(nowhere)
[Verse 3:]A been around,Sometime long ago,A seen da life,Dont act like u aint seen it b4,
Am listenin dog,U aint sayin shit,U can keep on wishin,U never make a hit,Yeah a got money,Take it all from me,I'mma gon b da same,U can get a few whips,U can get a few chips,U still gon be a lame,We aint da same my nigga,Am on some other shit,I'mma say this plain n simple,Nigga take this punishment,Ama take yall on a trip,Ama take yall on a ride,And 1 day am gon dip, but a won't be hard to find
"Oh Timbaland"
[Verse 1:]A aint got no fillin,Ama let these niggaz know,A been killin em wit these beats,Now am spittin dem killer flows,Whatcha know bout me dog,Not a damn thing,Gotta problem u can c me in da streets dog,Am on 1 man game,Dont take this lightly,If a want u dead its done,A can make dat hype n b cuts,Nigga ma bread is long,A done been both sides of the tracks,U can say a trained da game,A lotta niggaz tryna get in ma lane,Err body askin me da same ol thing, (what they say)
[Chorus: x8]Oh timbaland,Where he go run 2?,(nowhere)
[Verse 2:]A aint goin nowhere dog,Ama b right here in ya face,Cant do it like me dog,Ya kick drum aint got enough bass,Dont ever talk bad about me,U jus might make me mad,N a jus might c u sumwhere,N brake ur ass in half,Its nothin but timbaland in da u strip,
Now am in a whole nother zone,U can let me do me,U can do u,O get popped in ya door,Hit love on the verge 2 da block,So recognize da game,Timbaland aint gonna run mowhere baby,Timbaland got private planes,
[Chorus: x8]Oh timbaland,Where he go run 2?,(nowhere)
[Verse 3:]A been around,Sometime long ago,A seen da life,Dont act like u aint seen it b4,
Am listenin dog,U aint sayin shit,U can keep on wishin,U never make a hit,Yeah a got money,Take it all from me,I'mma gon b da same,U can get a few whips,U can get a few chips,U still gon be a lame,We aint da same my nigga,Am on some other shit,I'mma say this plain n simple,Nigga take this punishment,Ama take yall on a trip,Ama take yall on a ride,And 1 day am gon dip, but a won't be hard to find
"Bringin' It" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Bringin' It"
(feat. Troy Mitchell)
WhatYo yo yo yo yo yoHa haIt ain't over babyIt dont stop like dat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpDat datdat datWah-kump, wah-kumpDat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpCome on
One question:Who be the thug that yall love most?Or give a toast to this freestyle drug doseThe thug muscleSo whistle if you hear clearGon' get you close and yous a dead man like last yearSee most fearThe marvelous, aliasYou dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushedThese slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointedI stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you frontedToo many MC's not clearly on this hype tipI'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shitextended clips I represent because my thugs tripEasy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flipAli Baba snakin lakin trustin north shitYou catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hitsIt's mob officialYou test I'll leave you knock-knissuedBandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with youStraight up, we bringin' it
What y'all, huh huh, V-AKnow about thisWhat y'all in Hampton, huh huhKnow about thisWhat y'all in p-townKnow about thisWhat y'All in HoviayKnow about this
Check it outI'm ya p-town hit manI'll make ya shit manPay my stick man to do my dirtI'm filthy rich manMy thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogsMake em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocksI told you that I'm project strongYou took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last longAlias the DonI leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pescidon't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet meI'm ghetto fabulousthe mob crush the Lord just, never be discussedWhen there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hushI rush club scenes like, "What?"Always carryin the bustThe reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enoughI hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slapCuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnapSo what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the gameAlias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y'all V-Aknow about thisWhat y'all in Hampton, whatKnow about thisWhat y'all in NomoKnow about thisWhat y'll in ChesapeakeKnow about thisBring it boy
See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deepAK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and LowThugs knowThe real on how I let shit goBut if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fillMass grills, body armor, niggas trained to killI'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spillVinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chillAnd Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steelShit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peelThey get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugsand set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party upESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it upIs that enough?Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows youI suppose youWoulda kept your mouth closed like I told you
What y'all in V-AKnow about this- I told youWhat y'all in Nomo, whatKnow about this, what
"Bringin' It"
(feat. Troy Mitchell)
WhatYo yo yo yo yo yoHa haIt ain't over babyIt dont stop like dat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpDat datdat datWah-kump, wah-kumpDat dat dat datdat datWah-kumpCome on
One question:Who be the thug that yall love most?Or give a toast to this freestyle drug doseThe thug muscleSo whistle if you hear clearGon' get you close and yous a dead man like last yearSee most fearThe marvelous, aliasYou dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushedThese slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointedI stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you frontedToo many MC's not clearly on this hype tipI'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shitextended clips I represent because my thugs tripEasy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flipAli Baba snakin lakin trustin north shitYou catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hitsIt's mob officialYou test I'll leave you knock-knissuedBandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with youStraight up, we bringin' it
What y'all, huh huh, V-AKnow about thisWhat y'all in Hampton, huh huhKnow about thisWhat y'all in p-townKnow about thisWhat y'All in HoviayKnow about this
Check it outI'm ya p-town hit manI'll make ya shit manPay my stick man to do my dirtI'm filthy rich manMy thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogsMake em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocksI told you that I'm project strongYou took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last longAlias the DonI leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pescidon't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet meI'm ghetto fabulousthe mob crush the Lord just, never be discussedWhen there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hushI rush club scenes like, "What?"Always carryin the bustThe reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enoughI hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slapCuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnapSo what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the gameAlias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y'all V-Aknow about thisWhat y'all in Hampton, whatKnow about thisWhat y'all in NomoKnow about thisWhat y'll in ChesapeakeKnow about thisBring it boy
See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deepAK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and LowThugs knowThe real on how I let shit goBut if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fillMass grills, body armor, niggas trained to killI'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spillVinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chillAnd Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steelShit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peelThey get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugsand set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party upESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it upIs that enough?Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows youI suppose youWoulda kept your mouth closed like I told you
What y'all in V-AKnow about this- I told youWhat y'all in Nomo, whatKnow about this, what
"3:30 In The Morning" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"3:30 In The Morning"
(feat. Missy)
OhWell well well well, mmmOh ho oh oh oh ho ohMmm, mmm, uh uhOh yeahOh yeah yea
[Verse One]
Tell me why you trippin', out on me, mmEverytime I wanna hang outYou get mad at meWhy can't I do the things, that I like to do, mmmWhy can't you put your trust in meLike I put my trust in youEven if I'm...
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
[Verse Two]
Why you wanna argue with me, all the time?Even when I'm out with my girlsYou be on my mindWhy can't you sit downAnd understandThat no matter where I be, or where I amI let them know that you're my man, you're my man
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
[Bridge]
No one but youI'll be coming home to youNo one but youEven if it's after two
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
"3:30 In The Morning"
(feat. Missy)
OhWell well well well, mmmOh ho oh oh oh ho ohMmm, mmm, uh uhOh yeahOh yeah yea
[Verse One]
Tell me why you trippin', out on me, mmEverytime I wanna hang outYou get mad at meWhy can't I do the things, that I like to do, mmmWhy can't you put your trust in meLike I put my trust in youEven if I'm...
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
[Verse Two]
Why you wanna argue with me, all the time?Even when I'm out with my girlsYou be on my mindWhy can't you sit downAnd understandThat no matter where I be, or where I amI let them know that you're my man, you're my man
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
[Bridge]
No one but youI'll be coming home to youNo one but youEven if it's after two
[Chorus]
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morningI won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honeyEven if the guys try to tip me with their moneyI'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
"Birthday" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Birthday"
(feat. Playa)
[Playa]OahahohhhhhhhhHappy birthday babyBaby, baby, baby
Girl when you're with me, you know we ballFor sureAnd baby every time I have a ballWith youSo I made reservations for, this special dayBabyBaby bring your baby oil, and your lingerieC'mon
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayAll for you, all for youWith a king size bed, the Cognac barThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahahahah, yeah yeah yeahWhoahowhoa, ahh yeah
I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for youThat's how I brought myself to buy this expensive roomLet's do it in the jacuzziOn the balcony, baby, whoahhahhhGirl let's enjoy this special nightCause the bill's on me
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayWhoo! Do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby!With a king size bed, the Cognac barThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayI'm what you want, I'm what you need
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floorLet's get in the chair - in the chairOn the sink - on the sinkIn the bed - in the bedBack on the rug - back on the rugIn the tub - in the tubI perform - I performAnywhere - anywhereLet's get on the floor - let's get on the floorLet's get in the chair - in the chairOn the sink - on the sinkIn the bed - in the bedBack on the rug - back on the rugOr in the tub - or in the tubI'll perform - I'll performAnywhere - anywhere
You have a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayYou seem like you've been workin so hardWith a king size bed, the Cognac barAnd you need just a special dayThe sweet TV with the VCRYeahhahayeah ohh yeahAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayHappy birthday birthday baby!
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWait a minute!With marble floors, and don't thank meWait, wait.. wait!Cause I did -- I did this for your birthdayYeahhhhhhh!With a king size bed, the Cognac barC'mon in, c'mon inThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayYeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh
"Birthday"
(feat. Playa)
[Playa]OahahohhhhhhhhHappy birthday babyBaby, baby, baby
Girl when you're with me, you know we ballFor sureAnd baby every time I have a ballWith youSo I made reservations for, this special dayBabyBaby bring your baby oil, and your lingerieC'mon
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayAll for you, all for youWith a king size bed, the Cognac barThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahahahah, yeah yeah yeahWhoahowhoa, ahh yeah
I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for youThat's how I brought myself to buy this expensive roomLet's do it in the jacuzziOn the balcony, baby, whoahhahhhGirl let's enjoy this special nightCause the bill's on me
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayWhoo! Do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby!With a king size bed, the Cognac barThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayI'm what you want, I'm what you need
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floorLet's get in the chair - in the chairOn the sink - on the sinkIn the bed - in the bedBack on the rug - back on the rugIn the tub - in the tubI perform - I performAnywhere - anywhereLet's get on the floor - let's get on the floorLet's get in the chair - in the chairOn the sink - on the sinkIn the bed - in the bedBack on the rug - back on the rugOr in the tub - or in the tubI'll perform - I'll performAnywhere - anywhere
You have a five star room, the luxury suiteWith marble floors, and don't thank meCause I did -- I did this for your birthdayYou seem like you've been workin so hardWith a king size bed, the Cognac barAnd you need just a special dayThe sweet TV with the VCRYeahhahayeah ohh yeahAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayHappy birthday birthday baby!
We got a five star room, the luxury suiteWait a minute!With marble floors, and don't thank meWait, wait.. wait!Cause I did -- I did this for your birthdayYeahhhhhhh!With a king size bed, the Cognac barC'mon in, c'mon inThe sweet TV with the VCRAnd I did it -- I did this for your birthdayYeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh
"John Blaze" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"John Blaze"
(feat. Aaliyah, Missy)
[Missy]Uhh, yoUhh.. uhhUhh, yo yoJohn Blaze, John BlazeUhh, uh-huhUhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmmYoJohn Blaze, ehehehe
[Aaliyah + (Missy)]Why can't, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) I'm so amazed/(I'm so amazed)Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)Could it be (uh-huh), you're John Blaze/(John Blaze)You're John Blaze (uh-huh)
Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah You're John Blaze (say what?) You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo)Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way (ehehehe)You're John Blaze/(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)
Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)Do you know, what I'm talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this wayAll I know (uh-huh), is you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)
Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze (yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John)Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you're John Blaze)In every way (say what?)You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze
[Missy + Aaliyah]I don't what it is, it's somethin bout youGot me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John BlazeYou bad to the gizza, izza, kizzaMizza izza Supa, Dupa, FlyNigga say what?I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin bout youGot me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John BlazeYou crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizzaMizza izza Supa, Dupa, FlyNigga ehehehe, yeah
[Aaliyah]Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mindYou look so fineIn every way, every wayYou look John Blaze, you're John Blaze Boy you blowin my mindYou look so fine, so fineIn every way, ooh yeahahehahhYou look John Blaze, John Blaze
"John Blaze"
(feat. Aaliyah, Missy)
[Missy]Uhh, yoUhh.. uhhUhh, yo yoJohn Blaze, John BlazeUhh, uh-huhUhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmmYoJohn Blaze, ehehehe
[Aaliyah + (Missy)]Why can't, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) I'm so amazed/(I'm so amazed)Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)Could it be (uh-huh), you're John Blaze/(John Blaze)You're John Blaze (uh-huh)
Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah You're John Blaze (say what?) You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo)Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way (ehehehe)You're John Blaze/(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)
Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)Do you know, what I'm talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this wayAll I know (uh-huh), is you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)
Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze (yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John)Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?)You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you're John Blaze)In every way (say what?)You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze
[Missy + Aaliyah]I don't what it is, it's somethin bout youGot me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John BlazeYou bad to the gizza, izza, kizzaMizza izza Supa, Dupa, FlyNigga say what?I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin bout youGot me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John BlazeYou crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizzaMizza izza Supa, Dupa, FlyNigga ehehehe, yeah
[Aaliyah]Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mindYou look so fineIn every way, every wayYou look John Blaze, you're John Blaze Boy you blowin my mindYou look so fine, so fineIn every way, ooh yeahahehahhYou look John Blaze, John Blaze
"Keep It Real" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Keep It Real"
(feat. Ginuwine)
[Timbaland]Uh huh, uh huhUh, uh, uh uh(oogie oogie overlaps)Ginuwine
[Ginuwine - Verse One]You can't fool me girlI know you wellWhat's on your mindIt ain't hard to tellDon't leave me nowDon't play wit' meYou think I'm blindBut baby I can see
I saw your eyes, from across the roomYou was checkin' me out, and I was scopin' you too
Don't say I'm wrong (what)Don't mind those eyesI'ma call your bluffSo baby tell me why
[Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS]Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves)Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel)Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time)I gotta know, baby let me know[repeat x2]
[Ginuwine - Verse Two]Could you have told me girlIs what I saidYou can tell the truthI'm all in your handAnd what's wrong wit' thatAre you ashamed of me?You can fool your girlsBut you can't fool G
I saw your eyes, from across the roomYou was checkin' me out, I was scopin' you too
Oh I'll turn and walk awayIf you deny (I)But before I goCould you tell me why
[Repeat CHORUS x2]
[Timbaland]Baby babyBaby babyWhat's yo nameWhat's yo nameHow bout youHow bout youCome play our gameCome play our gameIt's me and GinuwineIt's me and GinuwineA new day and timeA new day and timeC'mon babyC'mon babyWha wah whaWha wah wha
[Repeat CHORUS x 3]
"Keep It Real"
(feat. Ginuwine)
[Timbaland]Uh huh, uh huhUh, uh, uh uh(oogie oogie overlaps)Ginuwine
[Ginuwine - Verse One]You can't fool me girlI know you wellWhat's on your mindIt ain't hard to tellDon't leave me nowDon't play wit' meYou think I'm blindBut baby I can see
I saw your eyes, from across the roomYou was checkin' me out, and I was scopin' you too
Don't say I'm wrong (what)Don't mind those eyesI'ma call your bluffSo baby tell me why
[Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS]Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves)Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel)Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time)I gotta know, baby let me know[repeat x2]
[Ginuwine - Verse Two]Could you have told me girlIs what I saidYou can tell the truthI'm all in your handAnd what's wrong wit' thatAre you ashamed of me?You can fool your girlsBut you can't fool G
I saw your eyes, from across the roomYou was checkin' me out, I was scopin' you too
Oh I'll turn and walk awayIf you deny (I)But before I goCould you tell me why
[Repeat CHORUS x2]
[Timbaland]Baby babyBaby babyWhat's yo nameWhat's yo nameHow bout youHow bout youCome play our gameCome play our gameIt's me and GinuwineIt's me and GinuwineA new day and timeA new day and timeC'mon babyC'mon babyWha wah whaWha wah wha
[Repeat CHORUS x 3]
"Talking On The Phone" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Talking On The Phone"
(feat. Kelly Price, Missy)
[Missy]Yo yo yo yoWah wah wahYea yo yoWah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah (uh huh)Yo yo Wah wah wah
[Kelly - Verse One]I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)They were
[CHORUS]Talking on the phone (talking on the phone)Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man)Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone)Callin' him on the phone
[Kelly - Verse Two]Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slickThey smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky)You don't know what, what I've been throughI get it first, then I do itYou
[Repeat CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da daDa da, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da daDaaaa, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo yo)Da da, da da (ficky ficky)
[Missy]Ficky ficky fickyS-U-P-A Fly, I'm cuteI, keep yall bitches, chicken like soupWhat yall wan' do, I'm not that chick to talk shitNor I'm that chick to fuck wit'Did you hear this?Did you get this?Watch Missy flip like an acrobaticMy automaticTongue tacticFlows like thisBe the muthafuckin' shit[shit echoes]
[Alien voice]What I need right nowIs for yallYou and KellyI need for yall toTo come meet me in spaceNow could yall sing that for me againThat first verse
[Kelly]I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)They were
[Repeat CHORUS]
[Alien voice]How do yall like space? (wah wah wah wah)Can you dig it?Now if you like space for all my martian people out thereI need all yall to put yalls hand upIf you can feel meSo I need Kelly to sing the second verse for me
[Kelly]Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slickThey smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky)You don't know what, what I've been throughI get it first, then I do it (what she doin' girl)You
Talking on the phone (say what)Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it)Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea)Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo)Talking on the phone (I'm feeling quite good right now)Talking on the phone (but it's time for me to take my spaceship to anotherlevel)Talking on the phone (cuz right now I dont think the world is ready forTimbaland)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I'm on that next level, can you dig it)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don't think so)
[Alien]Come to the light, Kelly!
"Talking On The Phone"
(feat. Kelly Price, Missy)
[Missy]Yo yo yo yoWah wah wahYea yo yoWah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah (uh huh)Yo yo Wah wah wah
[Kelly - Verse One]I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)They were
[CHORUS]Talking on the phone (talking on the phone)Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man)Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone)Callin' him on the phone
[Kelly - Verse Two]Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slickThey smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky)You don't know what, what I've been throughI get it first, then I do itYou
[Repeat CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da daDa da, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da daDaaaa, da da (yo yo yo)Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo yo)Da da, da da (ficky ficky)
[Missy]Ficky ficky fickyS-U-P-A Fly, I'm cuteI, keep yall bitches, chicken like soupWhat yall wan' do, I'm not that chick to talk shitNor I'm that chick to fuck wit'Did you hear this?Did you get this?Watch Missy flip like an acrobaticMy automaticTongue tacticFlows like thisBe the muthafuckin' shit[shit echoes]
[Alien voice]What I need right nowIs for yallYou and KellyI need for yall toTo come meet me in spaceNow could yall sing that for me againThat first verse
[Kelly]I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)They were
[Repeat CHORUS]
[Alien voice]How do yall like space? (wah wah wah wah)Can you dig it?Now if you like space for all my martian people out thereI need all yall to put yalls hand upIf you can feel meSo I need Kelly to sing the second verse for me
[Kelly]Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slickThey smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky)You don't know what, what I've been throughI get it first, then I do it (what she doin' girl)You
Talking on the phone (say what)Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it)Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea)Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo)Talking on the phone (I'm feeling quite good right now)Talking on the phone (but it's time for me to take my spaceship to anotherlevel)Talking on the phone (cuz right now I dont think the world is ready forTimbaland)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I'm on that next level, can you dig it)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it)Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don't think so)
[Alien]Come to the light, Kelly!
"Who Am I" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Who Am I"
(feat. Twista)
[Timbaland talking:]Da Da Da Da Da DaYes yes yes yes yes yesIt's me again baby, TimbalandAnd uh, we doin somethin like disHear da beat?Uh[clapping]Say what?Thats rightThank you, thank you, thank you[laughing] Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest inHe gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
[Twista]Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,with tha gun cocktinDrum knockin, gotta get offBitches and killas in the front watchinFlowin with like a finna studda someBetta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he wereIma flow until my belly hurtPimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirtLet it ruff, oohFeels like anotha oneWho you be? Mr. ShystieThe one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice teaThe muthafucka most likelyTo get a tuba with the opposition in my position I break em off when I give em tha heatSteady re' for rollinBullets body decomposionI dismember the weak on the Timbaland beatYou remember the beatConversation we hadWhen my adrinallin was rushinCheck yo brakes and knee padsWhen the twis to get tha bus inBodys gon' get rushed inI can make em hit tha dance floBrothas, bitches, and hustlersI get up in the guts homie, never phoneyHitta wigga when he run up on meYall muthafuckas still don't know meLet em' learn slowly
[Chorus:2x]Who you be?Im tha one that stay highCenter maka up tha party, rockin bodyswith tha thugga hands up in the skyneva shy he's flyWho am i, who you be?I'm the one's gon' get buckT-straight from the ChiRibal, homosydal, everybody duckWith tha party up and pimp struckT-N-T now I say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?The one who's surrounded by the wood500 wid the ribs stickin through the hoodUp to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstoodAnd Im always in tha mix of some shitsScoop a shawty an she thickAnd tha bitch getts grip in them hipsPutta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie galSo I tricked on that bitchNow who you be?The one who's on tha dance floorSex gon be one of tha mass hoesFreak on a bad hoeyou's could really wanna flash goldTurn a hater to a sass hoePlay an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went downStudy, tippin off of CDs an TapesThough see niggas see Gs to takeRun up to tha car, got no thangsThey got CDs to break, no easy paceWho you be?The crime cause other obituary an uligyPhoto stank and yall be who to seeOnly smokin it wid you and meLets go hang out where tha booty beI was on sumthin, no frontinYello wide ol' belly in the po funkinGrinnin while up in the curbWanna journey for herbAlways tellin somebody to smoke somethinTrue indeed
[Chorus 2x]
The one thats flowin fluentlyMake yo baby say goo to meWhatcha did to herDidn't ask why I hit her forCause the game like lituratureGet it Get it gurlI don't know what you was waitin onBut if you aint wid a partnaThis young monsters a fly guyShake a lil bit of dat bodyWe gon party till we sky highTo my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,pimps strikin fees and red bonesGhetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifolsThe one that be kickin off air timeFrom sunrise ta bedtimeAll of yall need ta know me, the one an onlyPimp slach tingin twista from tha ChiMakin compotition die slowlyWho am I?
[Chorus 2x]
[Timbaland]Ha ha ha haYall didn't think that I would do it again twice did yaHa haI do it like that, I put it downFor tha 98 or TNT Thang ya know what Im sayinTimbaland and TwistaYall fools couldn't recognize could ya?I put it down for all parts of the areaWe out
"Who Am I"
(feat. Twista)
[Timbaland talking:]Da Da Da Da Da DaYes yes yes yes yes yesIt's me again baby, TimbalandAnd uh, we doin somethin like disHear da beat?Uh[clapping]Say what?Thats rightThank you, thank you, thank you[laughing] Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest inHe gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
[Twista]Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,with tha gun cocktinDrum knockin, gotta get offBitches and killas in the front watchinFlowin with like a finna studda someBetta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he wereIma flow until my belly hurtPimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirtLet it ruff, oohFeels like anotha oneWho you be? Mr. ShystieThe one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice teaThe muthafucka most likelyTo get a tuba with the opposition in my position I break em off when I give em tha heatSteady re' for rollinBullets body decomposionI dismember the weak on the Timbaland beatYou remember the beatConversation we hadWhen my adrinallin was rushinCheck yo brakes and knee padsWhen the twis to get tha bus inBodys gon' get rushed inI can make em hit tha dance floBrothas, bitches, and hustlersI get up in the guts homie, never phoneyHitta wigga when he run up on meYall muthafuckas still don't know meLet em' learn slowly
[Chorus:2x]Who you be?Im tha one that stay highCenter maka up tha party, rockin bodyswith tha thugga hands up in the skyneva shy he's flyWho am i, who you be?I'm the one's gon' get buckT-straight from the ChiRibal, homosydal, everybody duckWith tha party up and pimp struckT-N-T now I say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?The one who's surrounded by the wood500 wid the ribs stickin through the hoodUp to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstoodAnd Im always in tha mix of some shitsScoop a shawty an she thickAnd tha bitch getts grip in them hipsPutta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie galSo I tricked on that bitchNow who you be?The one who's on tha dance floorSex gon be one of tha mass hoesFreak on a bad hoeyou's could really wanna flash goldTurn a hater to a sass hoePlay an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went downStudy, tippin off of CDs an TapesThough see niggas see Gs to takeRun up to tha car, got no thangsThey got CDs to break, no easy paceWho you be?The crime cause other obituary an uligyPhoto stank and yall be who to seeOnly smokin it wid you and meLets go hang out where tha booty beI was on sumthin, no frontinYello wide ol' belly in the po funkinGrinnin while up in the curbWanna journey for herbAlways tellin somebody to smoke somethinTrue indeed
[Chorus 2x]
The one thats flowin fluentlyMake yo baby say goo to meWhatcha did to herDidn't ask why I hit her forCause the game like lituratureGet it Get it gurlI don't know what you was waitin onBut if you aint wid a partnaThis young monsters a fly guyShake a lil bit of dat bodyWe gon party till we sky highTo my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,pimps strikin fees and red bonesGhetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifolsThe one that be kickin off air timeFrom sunrise ta bedtimeAll of yall need ta know me, the one an onlyPimp slach tingin twista from tha ChiMakin compotition die slowlyWho am I?
[Chorus 2x]
[Timbaland]Ha ha ha haYall didn't think that I would do it again twice did yaHa haI do it like that, I put it downFor tha 98 or TNT Thang ya know what Im sayinTimbaland and TwistaYall fools couldn't recognize could ya?I put it down for all parts of the areaWe out
"Fat Rabbit" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Fat Rabbit"
(feat. Ludichris)
[Ludichris - Verse One]I be that nigga named Ludia k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-AFuck that shitNigga what you wan say one timeSouthside let's ride (say what)And if you love what you do, do what you feelThen I know you gonna mark my wordsYall drop shit like birdsThen it's about the time for yo ass to get servedJust lay it on downJust lay it on down While we relax to the tight rapsAnd the phat tracksThat that nigga Timbaland put downOh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty gritDon't have no time for the patientCuz I got more dick than a lil' bitAnd time flies, when I'm havin' funI can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"I guess that they can't handle thisBrothers just to scandalousIf you don't wanna get freakedthen get out my way like an ambulance (say what)Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fakeAnd tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hateKick back relax, and just take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)
[Ludichris - Verse Two]Fatter than fat facts like a dove sackShowin' them where that love's atSo open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacksPunan' Don happyGivin' up that nappy dug outGet the cut up, then I cut outWhy you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)And it's always in the back of my mindWherever the place, whenever the timeEven in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshineCloser than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in yaBeginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. WinnerAnd let dinner be servedCan I get it on a platter, shatter your bladderand put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatterThe wetta the betta, I'm ready to get yaGotta have rabbit like that cheddarSo I can freak ya like I just met yaHot like a sauna, get comfy like in a CadillacNick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone JackKick back relax and just take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)
[Ludichris]Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalisticYou don't know how bad I missed itIf it broke then don't fix itYo stuff is butta like a biscuitReminisce like MaryI gotta pop that cherryKinda like that coochieYou wanna be my hoochieBetter than my advesaryDon't be so scaryI, never thought that you could act upMake a nigga wanna back upKeep it tight through the night while I wet this track upSo we can slip and slideMake you wanna dip and diveTrippin' while we rip and rideTil I get to the coming sideGot you where I want yo assIn the case of an emergency, break the glassKeep yo eyes on the President, erase the pastWe be happy if we had more blunts to passGet done up and run upAnd the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used toI wake 'em up like a roosterTake it slow, not faster than a turbo roosterNo worry, no hurryNo pain, no gainKeep yo eyes on strainCuz ain't a damn thing changedKick back, relax and take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Repeat CHORUS TWO]
[Crowds] Let me touch it, let me touch itLet me feel it, let me feel itLet me grab it, let me grab itFat rabbit, fat rabbit[repeat x4]
[Timbaland]Wha, uh huhYeaDirty South, can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast, feel meDirty South, can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast, feel meDirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast
"Fat Rabbit"
(feat. Ludichris)
[Ludichris - Verse One]I be that nigga named Ludia k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-AFuck that shitNigga what you wan say one timeSouthside let's ride (say what)And if you love what you do, do what you feelThen I know you gonna mark my wordsYall drop shit like birdsThen it's about the time for yo ass to get servedJust lay it on downJust lay it on down While we relax to the tight rapsAnd the phat tracksThat that nigga Timbaland put downOh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty gritDon't have no time for the patientCuz I got more dick than a lil' bitAnd time flies, when I'm havin' funI can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"I guess that they can't handle thisBrothers just to scandalousIf you don't wanna get freakedthen get out my way like an ambulance (say what)Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fakeAnd tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hateKick back relax, and just take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)
[Ludichris - Verse Two]Fatter than fat facts like a dove sackShowin' them where that love's atSo open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacksPunan' Don happyGivin' up that nappy dug outGet the cut up, then I cut outWhy you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)And it's always in the back of my mindWherever the place, whenever the timeEven in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshineCloser than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in yaBeginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. WinnerAnd let dinner be servedCan I get it on a platter, shatter your bladderand put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatterThe wetta the betta, I'm ready to get yaGotta have rabbit like that cheddarSo I can freak ya like I just met yaHot like a sauna, get comfy like in a CadillacNick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone JackKick back relax and just take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it (let me feel it)Let me grab it (let me grab it)That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon)Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)
[Ludichris]Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalisticYou don't know how bad I missed itIf it broke then don't fix itYo stuff is butta like a biscuitReminisce like MaryI gotta pop that cherryKinda like that coochieYou wanna be my hoochieBetter than my advesaryDon't be so scaryI, never thought that you could act upMake a nigga wanna back upKeep it tight through the night while I wet this track upSo we can slip and slideMake you wanna dip and diveTrippin' while we rip and rideTil I get to the coming sideGot you where I want yo assIn the case of an emergency, break the glassKeep yo eyes on the President, erase the pastWe be happy if we had more blunts to passGet done up and run upAnd the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used toI wake 'em up like a roosterTake it slow, not faster than a turbo roosterNo worry, no hurryNo pain, no gainKeep yo eyes on strainCuz ain't a damn thing changedKick back, relax and take off yo shoesCuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea
[Repeat CHORUS TWO]
[Crowds] Let me touch it, let me touch itLet me feel it, let me feel itLet me grab it, let me grab itFat rabbit, fat rabbit[repeat x4]
[Timbaland]Wha, uh huhYeaDirty South, can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast, feel meDirty South, can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast, feel meDirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel meEast Coast, feel meWest Coast
"Put 'Em On" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Put 'Em On"
(feat. Static & Yoshamine)
[Intro]Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(The first verse, bird)
[Timb]It's a hot SaturdayMy little sister's outside Playin' patty cake (patty cake)My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)Wit' the Shake 'n BakeMagoo got on the stockin' capTryin' to pick this wayI'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitationSaid there's a party and ya gotta wear your suitAnd ain't no time (time) for the D-QI say who-dee-who
[Static]Pass me the courvoisierIt's a party-yea, it's time to playI see today is a good dayI'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screenI may not be the giant but I want that jolly greenI got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?)Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for youFor they yak can't hold me backSo baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)Tell me where the party at
[Timb]Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bangYou went out to the room in the backBring me in a Henney and a packGive a blunt to that fact suicideState of mind, do or die, anytimeWe can bang in the back of the 'LacAny damn thing bangDo the thing in the back of the 'LacIn the car, at the bar, gettin' high, wanna tryYou went out with the heels on the blockGet the nine's all coughin'And nigga's gon' run in our spotWonder why hypnotize, on my eyes and thighsYou ain't heard of me yetBut I betcha ain't met another one yetWho do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the airWe got you in the zone, get yo hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in the placeAnd I'll pull another playa's parts bagsSend searchin' for sex for six packs, See I'm Simpsoning them all to the backShe even knows I'm hellerinSo they'll move till they pickin low, go over really If I say hit his head and then hang another roundI'm showing 'em, knowing if it's a drag That you hit it from the back and strokeLeft to the right keep it right on timeOne time, two time for your mindBetter get soft layers and go over mineCome about two chairs and go here's an ear if it's on tonightThen this is the word I speakShit don't quicks mo' too tight
[Static]I come clear to your mouth and spit many a spouse and getCivil cuz riddles can sizzle picks it a foul outPackage your rap attack, it's for presses and stashThey catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nailFactoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something Bumpin' (bumpin') and scrumpin' for your consumptionListen close to the slick and those quick quotes Keep gettin' dope shit, fuck with this, it'll get you so most
[Yoshamine]When she get crucial forget about what chu used to Cuz I'm here to pay dues too, nigga put it to the back sayin'I'mma school you on the rules to how to tell who's whoOn a cruise to who's tryin' to use you In the same sentence demention that will lose your attentionSo pull mad intentions like Mag'Lot of people gonna wanna see me stand stagnant, but it ain't gonna happenSound completely like Twista, or get mean like Mista'For they feel the purple from the first timeThe first rhyme that they first heardFirst word, nigga's know that I'm a gold mineCome on nigga's now lets go a timeTell I'm in a power mood, the party groove records tour if I move itI'mma support their dues or loose it
It's on, put yo hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, get yo hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airI got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airI got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airIf got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on
If it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
"Put 'Em On"
(feat. Static & Yoshamine)
[Intro]Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?(The first verse, bird)
[Timb]It's a hot SaturdayMy little sister's outside Playin' patty cake (patty cake)My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)Wit' the Shake 'n BakeMagoo got on the stockin' capTryin' to pick this wayI'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitationSaid there's a party and ya gotta wear your suitAnd ain't no time (time) for the D-QI say who-dee-who
[Static]Pass me the courvoisierIt's a party-yea, it's time to playI see today is a good dayI'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screenI may not be the giant but I want that jolly greenI got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?)Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for youFor they yak can't hold me backSo baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)Tell me where the party at
[Timb]Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bangYou went out to the room in the backBring me in a Henney and a packGive a blunt to that fact suicideState of mind, do or die, anytimeWe can bang in the back of the 'LacAny damn thing bangDo the thing in the back of the 'LacIn the car, at the bar, gettin' high, wanna tryYou went out with the heels on the blockGet the nine's all coughin'And nigga's gon' run in our spotWonder why hypnotize, on my eyes and thighsYou ain't heard of me yetBut I betcha ain't met another one yetWho do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the airWe got you in the zone, get yo hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in the placeAnd I'll pull another playa's parts bagsSend searchin' for sex for six packs, See I'm Simpsoning them all to the backShe even knows I'm hellerinSo they'll move till they pickin low, go over really If I say hit his head and then hang another roundI'm showing 'em, knowing if it's a drag That you hit it from the back and strokeLeft to the right keep it right on timeOne time, two time for your mindBetter get soft layers and go over mineCome about two chairs and go here's an ear if it's on tonightThen this is the word I speakShit don't quicks mo' too tight
[Static]I come clear to your mouth and spit many a spouse and getCivil cuz riddles can sizzle picks it a foul outPackage your rap attack, it's for presses and stashThey catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nailFactoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something Bumpin' (bumpin') and scrumpin' for your consumptionListen close to the slick and those quick quotes Keep gettin' dope shit, fuck with this, it'll get you so most
[Yoshamine]When she get crucial forget about what chu used to Cuz I'm here to pay dues too, nigga put it to the back sayin'I'mma school you on the rules to how to tell who's whoOn a cruise to who's tryin' to use you In the same sentence demention that will lose your attentionSo pull mad intentions like Mag'Lot of people gonna wanna see me stand stagnant, but it ain't gonna happenSound completely like Twista, or get mean like Mista'For they feel the purple from the first timeThe first rhyme that they first heardFirst word, nigga's know that I'm a gold mineCome on nigga's now lets go a timeTell I'm in a power mood, the party groove records tour if I move itI'mma support their dues or loose it
It's on, put yo hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, get yo hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airI got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airI got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the airIf got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airIf I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on
If it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the airIf it's on, put your hands in the airWe got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
"What Cha Talkin' 'bout" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"What Cha Talkin' 'bout"
(feat. Lil' Man & Static)
[Intro](What cha talkin' 'bout?)[Repeat above throughout intro]
[Lil' Man] Uh ohHa ha, what?Uh oh, what?[Timb] Told y'all[Lil' Man] What?[Timb] Told y'all[Lil' Man] What? Check it out
[Lil' Man]I'm the Lil' Man, join with the TimbalandPeople walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"People can't realize who the fuck who I amI'm like the VCR tech they call badPeople don't know what they gonna see nextThey might see Timbaland with Funkmaster FlexOr doin' a duet with the group called BeckOr back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
[Timb]Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9You see them niggas creepin', what?I thought you knew, I told you soNever, ever step over my toe (nah nah)I got that nigga (what what) From the "V", Static, where you at?
[Static]Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit upIf ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party upAnd if you got shove, let it bump bumpNot speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumpsNigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the backSo I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty ratsSee I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streetsSee I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
[Lil' Man & Timbaland][1] - What cha talkin' 'bout?What you sayin' to me?Why you staring at me?Let's have a party, B
What cha talkin' 'bout?What you sayin' to me?Why you staring at me?Let's have a party, B
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Man]Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!That shit is tight like a bowl of crispsListen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sickIt's the Lil' Man puttin' it downGot all my females flashin' aroundIt's that little voice that's makin' ya tickleCome on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor
[Timb]Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)Do you wanna see the party get chrump?(Yes, I pump)This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)After the party (Where ya goin'?)Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the cribI forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to meMagoo, finish it baby
[Magoo]Ha ha, yeahOne more again from VAYes, your southern representativeKeep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitiveAll my competition stop wishin' for my demiseCuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the riseGet between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuckOrder the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duckHow da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?If a bitch want money for me, pray for luckOnly thing I love is weed and big cashIf yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my assLeavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be enviousMe and Timbaland still friends and will continuousOh, what a web we weaveWhen I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seenPossible, if you got game they blaze a zingPockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Timb]This is how we do itWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluidThis is how we doWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluid, what?Me and my posseI know you hear you little airplanes flyin' aroundYeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to thisNow we gotta be outFor the '98
[Repeat 1]
"What Cha Talkin' 'bout"
(feat. Lil' Man & Static)
[Intro](What cha talkin' 'bout?)[Repeat above throughout intro]
[Lil' Man] Uh ohHa ha, what?Uh oh, what?[Timb] Told y'all[Lil' Man] What?[Timb] Told y'all[Lil' Man] What? Check it out
[Lil' Man]I'm the Lil' Man, join with the TimbalandPeople walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"People can't realize who the fuck who I amI'm like the VCR tech they call badPeople don't know what they gonna see nextThey might see Timbaland with Funkmaster FlexOr doin' a duet with the group called BeckOr back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
[Timb]Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9You see them niggas creepin', what?I thought you knew, I told you soNever, ever step over my toe (nah nah)I got that nigga (what what) From the "V", Static, where you at?
[Static]Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit upIf ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party upAnd if you got shove, let it bump bumpNot speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumpsNigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the backSo I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty ratsSee I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streetsSee I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
[Lil' Man & Timbaland][1] - What cha talkin' 'bout?What you sayin' to me?Why you staring at me?Let's have a party, B
What cha talkin' 'bout?What you sayin' to me?Why you staring at me?Let's have a party, B
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Man]Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!That shit is tight like a bowl of crispsListen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sickIt's the Lil' Man puttin' it downGot all my females flashin' aroundIt's that little voice that's makin' ya tickleCome on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor
[Timb]Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)Do you wanna see the party get chrump?(Yes, I pump)This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)After the party (Where ya goin'?)Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the cribI forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to meMagoo, finish it baby
[Magoo]Ha ha, yeahOne more again from VAYes, your southern representativeKeep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitiveAll my competition stop wishin' for my demiseCuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the riseGet between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuckOrder the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duckHow da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?If a bitch want money for me, pray for luckOnly thing I love is weed and big cashIf yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my assLeavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be enviousMe and Timbaland still friends and will continuousOh, what a web we weaveWhen I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seenPossible, if you got game they blaze a zingPockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Timb]This is how we do itWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluidThis is how we doWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluid, what?Me and my posseI know you hear you little airplanes flyin' aroundYeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to thisNow we gotta be outFor the '98
[Repeat 1]
"Can't Nobody" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Can't Nobody"
(feat. 1 Life 2 Live, Lil' Man)
[Timbaland]C'mon ah what? Ah, what?C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what?C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?Ah, what?
[1 Life]Live, huh? YeahY'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too muchWhen I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too muchIf I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you muchRoll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeahI don't care if they crackin' downI'mma drug graduate without the caps and gownsI used to have a thing for buying gats and poundsAnd I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
[Babe Blue]Smash you down, patch you downWe take yo guns and we blast yo' roundPass the crown to the new female kingThis is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
[1 Life]Like the end of the worldWe put it all to a stop andChicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flockAnd you go against us and you all gonna flopWhen we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
[All][1] - Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what what)Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what)Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what what)Can't nobody do it like y'all do(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta roundsThis is lifeball not football, you outta boundsSince some of you people's houses I be cruisin' aroundSlow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you nowFor those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stopCuz the union is in here, toast it upWhen they shoot you suppose to duckLook at them by the bar posing drunk(Say what?)
[Babe Blue]We don't care who we toast in hereWe get you for how much you gross this yearYou not a punk, you suppose to fearBetter not come out until the coast is clear
[1 Life]Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fastBut even without this rap game I still have cashMy mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey SecretJust to cover her punani hair
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Man]Uh oh, you didn't think I was comingMy people can't stand for the little manTo rock without or with badI can determine what chu gon' doAre ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?The party ain't gon' start if ya don't danceI don't care if you leave, but you still be my manI don't get mad over silly pettynessI say to hell with it, say oh well with itTimbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feetMake dope beats, rhyming sound so uniqueHis Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster TroyYa need the same identity to find how he soarsHe's the wicked man, the wicked just begunCall him Timbaland the resurrectionClear-eseDon't try to hide from ya fearClear-eseDon't ya hear the set got in ya ear?Clear-eseThis is the love man you're talking toClear-eseHis beats are dope, I try to tell youCan't nobody see us in the nine eightOr the nine nine(Freaky freaky)You're late(Freaky) You're late(Freaky) You're late(Hey girls and guys)You're late
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
Like y'all, the publicIs y'all the publicYa do it so wellThis goes out to y'allQuiet Storm, Z-man1 Life 2 LiveLittle ManWanna thank y'allFor makin' usWho we are today
"Can't Nobody"
(feat. 1 Life 2 Live, Lil' Man)
[Timbaland]C'mon ah what? Ah, what?C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what?C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?Ah, what?
[1 Life]Live, huh? YeahY'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too muchWhen I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too muchIf I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you muchRoll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeahI don't care if they crackin' downI'mma drug graduate without the caps and gownsI used to have a thing for buying gats and poundsAnd I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
[Babe Blue]Smash you down, patch you downWe take yo guns and we blast yo' roundPass the crown to the new female kingThis is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
[1 Life]Like the end of the worldWe put it all to a stop andChicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flockAnd you go against us and you all gonna flopWhen we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
[All][1] - Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what what)Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what)Can't nobody do it like we do(What what what what what)Can't nobody do it like y'all do(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta roundsThis is lifeball not football, you outta boundsSince some of you people's houses I be cruisin' aroundSlow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you nowFor those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stopCuz the union is in here, toast it upWhen they shoot you suppose to duckLook at them by the bar posing drunk(Say what?)
[Babe Blue]We don't care who we toast in hereWe get you for how much you gross this yearYou not a punk, you suppose to fearBetter not come out until the coast is clear
[1 Life]Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fastBut even without this rap game I still have cashMy mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey SecretJust to cover her punani hair
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Man]Uh oh, you didn't think I was comingMy people can't stand for the little manTo rock without or with badI can determine what chu gon' doAre ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?The party ain't gon' start if ya don't danceI don't care if you leave, but you still be my manI don't get mad over silly pettynessI say to hell with it, say oh well with itTimbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feetMake dope beats, rhyming sound so uniqueHis Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster TroyYa need the same identity to find how he soarsHe's the wicked man, the wicked just begunCall him Timbaland the resurrectionClear-eseDon't try to hide from ya fearClear-eseDon't ya hear the set got in ya ear?Clear-eseThis is the love man you're talking toClear-eseHis beats are dope, I try to tell youCan't nobody see us in the nine eightOr the nine nine(Freaky freaky)You're late(Freaky) You're late(Freaky) You're late(Hey girls and guys)You're late
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
Like y'all, the publicIs y'all the publicYa do it so wellThis goes out to y'allQuiet Storm, Z-man1 Life 2 LiveLittle ManWanna thank y'allFor makin' usWho we are today
"What Cha Know About This" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"What Cha Know About This"
(feat. Babe Blue (1 Life 2 Live), Mocha)
[Timbaland]You see? I think it's time for me put it down.... for my females, hahahI'ma let my females shine on this trackYou see? I ain't biasedI ain't racist eitherSo I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in
[Mocha]The one boss bitch, not on that horse shitHoney I wanna score with, money, I'm all for itSpeak the raw shit, they on the floor quickPrepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chickGot off the wall shit, who could be more thick?Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricksAs for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless emMy style is my own, and a shorty, can't test itSo y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble onCeram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble onWant to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhereI'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the airI'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the trackI'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come backThough this a freestyle, these styles ain't freeWhen I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me
[Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)]
What cha know about this, ha? You don't knowLemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blowWe don't go without hits, ha? Get the doughYou can never doubt this, ha? Ha?
[Mocha]Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strongTalk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracksHeed that, relax, feedback? Keep thatBet-ta ease back, never see me slackBreak your kneecaps - then, have you do three lapsTryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacksfor - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crackWonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3Got a 6? I got a stackGot a whip? I got a jetGot a clip? I got a tecThat's why you not a threatWanna know how you could be down too?Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"Been through it, put too much into itAnd writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid
[Chorus {except last line}]
[Timbaland] Babe Blue
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's hereShook out your mind, cause my debut's nearAll y'all demo chicks see me when you master yoursI surpass you whores, then I smash your broadsShorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most highBabe Blue, livin locaI crush all those, small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobeYou ain't seein mine, I walk right in the clubYou one of them chicks that be in lineMe? Studded out, ice flooded outBitch you ain't nice - please, cut it outBronx to the death, we gon' spit rawTimbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin throughBystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do?
[Chorus]
[Timbaland] It ain't over!
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?Moch' and Blue, Cagney and LaceyStart the biddin wars at 1.2We gonna show all of y'all what one joint doYou wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail maBut y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhTonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 LiveWhat what? Uh uh uh uhWhat cha know about this, ha?
"What Cha Know About This"
(feat. Babe Blue (1 Life 2 Live), Mocha)
[Timbaland]You see? I think it's time for me put it down.... for my females, hahahI'ma let my females shine on this trackYou see? I ain't biasedI ain't racist eitherSo I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in
[Mocha]The one boss bitch, not on that horse shitHoney I wanna score with, money, I'm all for itSpeak the raw shit, they on the floor quickPrepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chickGot off the wall shit, who could be more thick?Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricksAs for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless emMy style is my own, and a shorty, can't test itSo y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble onCeram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble onWant to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhereI'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the airI'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the trackI'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come backThough this a freestyle, these styles ain't freeWhen I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me
[Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)]
What cha know about this, ha? You don't knowLemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blowWe don't go without hits, ha? Get the doughYou can never doubt this, ha? Ha?
[Mocha]Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strongTalk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracksHeed that, relax, feedback? Keep thatBet-ta ease back, never see me slackBreak your kneecaps - then, have you do three lapsTryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacksfor - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crackWonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3Got a 6? I got a stackGot a whip? I got a jetGot a clip? I got a tecThat's why you not a threatWanna know how you could be down too?Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"Been through it, put too much into itAnd writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid
[Chorus {except last line}]
[Timbaland] Babe Blue
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's hereShook out your mind, cause my debut's nearAll y'all demo chicks see me when you master yoursI surpass you whores, then I smash your broadsShorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most highBabe Blue, livin locaI crush all those, small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobeYou ain't seein mine, I walk right in the clubYou one of them chicks that be in lineMe? Studded out, ice flooded outBitch you ain't nice - please, cut it outBronx to the death, we gon' spit rawTimbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin throughBystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do?
[Chorus]
[Timbaland] It ain't over!
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?Moch' and Blue, Cagney and LaceyStart the biddin wars at 1.2We gonna show all of y'all what one joint doYou wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail maBut y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhTonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 LiveWhat what? Uh uh uh uhWhat cha know about this, ha?
"Lobster & Scrimp" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Lobster & Scrimp"
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Jay-Z]Yeah, uh-huhUh-huh uh-huh uh... yo!Yi-yea, yeahYo Timbaland, wh-where Missy at?(Ha ha, right here Dawg) GeyeahUh-huh uh-huh uhUh-huh, yaknahmean? (Yeah)Lobster shrimp nigga, I'm a pimp niggaFeel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga
Yeah, c'monFrom the gutter to the richFrom holes in my clothes to the most butter shitHow's life, what a bitchNow I rock ice for the fuck of itYour wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with?Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no playNow these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayedI need privacy I pull up the back shadeInitials on the headrest, it's officialStyle so sick I need bedrest, nigga I got issues(Say what?) I hate fake bitches, "you gotta wait" bitches"I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date" bitches(Is that right?) Hot shot niggaz, talk to the cop niggaz"Money, that's my girl," cock block niggazSee you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggazTalk a lot of shit with, no Glock niggazIt's Jigga baby, let it be knownI'm the king, I could never be dethronedThank God
Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeahUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yoIs you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Yo, ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all, what?
Call me, fitty plus, niggaz enviousDrop top, Jigga, leave em in the dustYou got a lot of crew, do any of em bust?Hell no, Jigga off the hook, "Hello!"They call me poppy seed, this is hot to meI got this lock and key, I got cities Under SiegeWhen I'm in L.A. the six-four is illWhen I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVilleWhen I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin throughwith the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoeMami screamin, "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?"And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back"It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the gamebut y'all can't ball like Chicago centersThis is it niggaz, get your grip niggazIt's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!"
[1] - Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all
Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHear Timbo' on the CB, need some infoYour chick is with you Dawg?
[Timbaland] Gotta be, 10-4I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo'
[Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor[Timbo] Tires left skid marks, whoa[Jay-Z] Shit's about to start[Timbo] How we got there?[Jay-Z] Snatched the case of Crist' up out the carCan you stand the rain cause it's pourin now[Timbo] I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now![Jay-Z] If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now[Timbo] Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around[Jay-Z] Freak or freeze, if the answer really is noGirl I leave so fast you can speak to my breezeShe said, "You're stressin me now,"Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child[BOTH] We about to cook[Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then[BOTH] LET'S BE OUT!
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Timbaland]That's how we do it y'allTimbaland, Jay-ZTwo pimpsTwo pimpsTwo pimps babyPut it downDon't you like that?We like to do it like thatWe like to ride these tracksUhh, you don't think we two pimps?Huh, holla backYou know what? Tell you somethin like thisWith the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanesHa ha, money ain't a thangHa ha, I got no thangs you know what I'm sayin?You know why? Cause I'm a pimpAnd Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?That's how we do it right here in the nine-eightSo we gotta be out let it ride like thisBounce
"Lobster & Scrimp"
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Jay-Z]Yeah, uh-huhUh-huh uh-huh uh... yo!Yi-yea, yeahYo Timbaland, wh-where Missy at?(Ha ha, right here Dawg) GeyeahUh-huh uh-huh uhUh-huh, yaknahmean? (Yeah)Lobster shrimp nigga, I'm a pimp niggaFeel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga
Yeah, c'monFrom the gutter to the richFrom holes in my clothes to the most butter shitHow's life, what a bitchNow I rock ice for the fuck of itYour wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with?Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no playNow these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayedI need privacy I pull up the back shadeInitials on the headrest, it's officialStyle so sick I need bedrest, nigga I got issues(Say what?) I hate fake bitches, "you gotta wait" bitches"I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date" bitches(Is that right?) Hot shot niggaz, talk to the cop niggaz"Money, that's my girl," cock block niggazSee you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggazTalk a lot of shit with, no Glock niggazIt's Jigga baby, let it be knownI'm the king, I could never be dethronedThank God
Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeahUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yoIs you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Yo, ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all, what?
Call me, fitty plus, niggaz enviousDrop top, Jigga, leave em in the dustYou got a lot of crew, do any of em bust?Hell no, Jigga off the hook, "Hello!"They call me poppy seed, this is hot to meI got this lock and key, I got cities Under SiegeWhen I'm in L.A. the six-four is illWhen I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVilleWhen I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin throughwith the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoeMami screamin, "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?"And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back"It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the gamebut y'all can't ball like Chicago centersThis is it niggaz, get your grip niggazIt's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!"
[1] - Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all
Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name JiggaAnd I came to put it down for y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHear Timbo' on the CB, need some infoYour chick is with you Dawg?
[Timbaland] Gotta be, 10-4I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo'
[Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor[Timbo] Tires left skid marks, whoa[Jay-Z] Shit's about to start[Timbo] How we got there?[Jay-Z] Snatched the case of Crist' up out the carCan you stand the rain cause it's pourin now[Timbo] I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now![Jay-Z] If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now[Timbo] Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around[Jay-Z] Freak or freeze, if the answer really is noGirl I leave so fast you can speak to my breezeShe said, "You're stressin me now,"Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child[BOTH] We about to cook[Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then[BOTH] LET'S BE OUT!
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Timbaland]That's how we do it y'allTimbaland, Jay-ZTwo pimpsTwo pimpsTwo pimps babyPut it downDon't you like that?We like to do it like thatWe like to ride these tracksUhh, you don't think we two pimps?Huh, holla backYou know what? Tell you somethin like thisWith the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanesHa ha, money ain't a thangHa ha, I got no thangs you know what I'm sayin?You know why? Cause I'm a pimpAnd Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?That's how we do it right here in the nine-eightSo we gotta be out let it ride like thisBounce
"Wit' Yo' Bad Self" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Wit' Yo' Bad Self"
(feat. Mad Skillz)
[Timbaland]Here we go againHa ha, here we go againMake it hot, uhh(Yeah) Here we go againMake it hot MadHuh, here we go againWe're gon' make it hotHa ha, here we go again(Yo) Skillz
[Mad Skillz]Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissinFlip your back out, and we can start twistinCheck the intuition, the dime definitionCop all the rocks that sparkle and glistenWhere your man at? Yo, that cat missinI got you on the line, you mine, no fishinSatisfaction, no competitionWe rock the V-12, we leave him the 6'sWhat's the deal? Fulfill every wish andhaters keep hatin, dissers keep dissinWe rich and, I take you out on a missionYou can make it hot, what I do make it sizzleKeep you lookin jig', your nails to precisionGot your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishinHit it on the bullseye Boo no missinKeep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and
[Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)]
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
[Mad Skillz]Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got thatThe way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop thatYou in the way girl? Boom when I block thatTreated your physique like a beat and I rock thatYou got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock thatDrop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fatYou can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop thatYou'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked thatOh that's your man? I think it's time to drop thatLay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props backYou get the dress, I get the cane and the top hatAfter we done Boo, I let you run the clock backFallin in love? Oh never not thatWho you know who control where they gettin jocked at?And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rackIf you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]Now when you came in the door, I seen you beforeA dime, fine all the way to the coreThick enough to make a nigga drop to the floorTalked in your ear til my throat got soreLames, she could see my game was straight rawSpecially since she bought my tape right out the storeShe was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?""Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?"Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4If you placin bets girl, then you best be sureSlick, if you sick, then I got the cureChrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the scoreFilthy rich, I like to dress like I'm fourHave the chicks fightin like the next World WarSure, yo you never treat em like a whoreLike Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Uhh, what, uh huhWhat, like that, whatTimbaland, whatMad Skillz, uhhCollabo', whatDon't go, babyDon't go, baby babyDon't go
[Chorus (w/o Timbaland)]
[(Go ahead) 2X]
"Wit' Yo' Bad Self"
(feat. Mad Skillz)
[Timbaland]Here we go againHa ha, here we go againMake it hot, uhh(Yeah) Here we go againMake it hot MadHuh, here we go againWe're gon' make it hotHa ha, here we go again(Yo) Skillz
[Mad Skillz]Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissinFlip your back out, and we can start twistinCheck the intuition, the dime definitionCop all the rocks that sparkle and glistenWhere your man at? Yo, that cat missinI got you on the line, you mine, no fishinSatisfaction, no competitionWe rock the V-12, we leave him the 6'sWhat's the deal? Fulfill every wish andhaters keep hatin, dissers keep dissinWe rich and, I take you out on a missionYou can make it hot, what I do make it sizzleKeep you lookin jig', your nails to precisionGot your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishinHit it on the bullseye Boo no missinKeep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and
[Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)]
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
[Mad Skillz]Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got thatThe way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop thatYou in the way girl? Boom when I block thatTreated your physique like a beat and I rock thatYou got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock thatDrop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fatYou can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop thatYou'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked thatOh that's your man? I think it's time to drop thatLay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props backYou get the dress, I get the cane and the top hatAfter we done Boo, I let you run the clock backFallin in love? Oh never not thatWho you know who control where they gettin jocked at?And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rackIf you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]Now when you came in the door, I seen you beforeA dime, fine all the way to the coreThick enough to make a nigga drop to the floorTalked in your ear til my throat got soreLames, she could see my game was straight rawSpecially since she bought my tape right out the storeShe was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?""Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?"Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4If you placin bets girl, then you best be sureSlick, if you sick, then I got the cureChrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the scoreFilthy rich, I like to dress like I'm fourHave the chicks fightin like the next World WarSure, yo you never treat em like a whoreLike Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Uhh, what, uh huhWhat, like that, whatTimbaland, whatMad Skillz, uhhCollabo', whatDon't go, babyDon't go, baby babyDon't go
[Chorus (w/o Timbaland)]
[(Go ahead) 2X]
"Here We Come" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"Here We Come"
(feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)
[Timbaland]Another one
[Playa][1] - Here we go so wave your handsFor Missy, Maganoo, and TimbalandWe gon' show you how to party rightSo pass the UHH and get the hypeAlright, we gon' party tonight
[Magoo]If you're livin' for love, start livin' for lifeIf you're having a baby, then make her your wifeIf you're up in the club where the dubIt's like a bank sell to the highest bidPut the cash in your bankGirl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blowThen fish but please honey child, don't kissAll I want is a freak when I'm up in the clubMaybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tubI'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a jobTaste of my neck like corn on the cobI'm second to none, I'm freaky as everGo downtown, "Well I never"
[Timbaland]Uh, uhWell I'm the man, that they call TimbalandNow he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?We gon' party, until the sun comes upBartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uhAin't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)She said this, and he said thatAnd he said that Timbaland can't rapBut I don't care because I make dope tracksI make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and thatTimbaland, where you live at?VA baby, believe dat
[Missy]Aiyyo, aiyyoNow I'm rich, I once was poorIf you're late with my dough, then there's no showI grease my hair and it still won't growIf you feel my butt, boy you gotta goOut the back for touchin' my backFor trying to jack every Timbaland trackMaganoo, where you was?They been bitin' our style, those silly bugsWhere's the spray? I'ma spray 'em goodSo the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"I'ma roll up the biggest dutchieGet some sweets cuz I got the munchies
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Magoo]He heGirl, when the bar open up five rumEverybody wanna get a buzz, get some9 out of 10, all girls gonna freakJust gon' depend on who they gonna freakDon't gotta floss, all girls know they nameOnly near, chillin' in the club, no gameBrotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheeseWhen the club close got his girl on her kneesOh man please, learn the two degreesDegree number one, keep your hon off treesDegree number two, keep your girl 'round youNever trust a girl, Lord knows what she do
[Timbaland]Uh huhTricks - is what I got in my bagHits - is what I make out the labRitz - is the crackers that I eatBitch - is what a man don't needRubber - shows I'm a careful loverStutter - is what I do in trouble, what?
[Missy]My man, TimbalandHe make beats for the streetsSee, me and MaganooIn the back rollin' treesGettin' high off the phoneTell a nigga what chu want, HEY!
[Missy]Now, I'm in the S-L-KI roll up the window, so the 'doo won't swaySpray my hairspray so the waves obeySo when I say stay, them bitches stayOh by the wayMe and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Playa (Aaliyah)]Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea)
"Here We Come"
(feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)
[Timbaland]Another one
[Playa][1] - Here we go so wave your handsFor Missy, Maganoo, and TimbalandWe gon' show you how to party rightSo pass the UHH and get the hypeAlright, we gon' party tonight
[Magoo]If you're livin' for love, start livin' for lifeIf you're having a baby, then make her your wifeIf you're up in the club where the dubIt's like a bank sell to the highest bidPut the cash in your bankGirl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blowThen fish but please honey child, don't kissAll I want is a freak when I'm up in the clubMaybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tubI'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a jobTaste of my neck like corn on the cobI'm second to none, I'm freaky as everGo downtown, "Well I never"
[Timbaland]Uh, uhWell I'm the man, that they call TimbalandNow he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?We gon' party, until the sun comes upBartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uhAin't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)She said this, and he said thatAnd he said that Timbaland can't rapBut I don't care because I make dope tracksI make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and thatTimbaland, where you live at?VA baby, believe dat
[Missy]Aiyyo, aiyyoNow I'm rich, I once was poorIf you're late with my dough, then there's no showI grease my hair and it still won't growIf you feel my butt, boy you gotta goOut the back for touchin' my backFor trying to jack every Timbaland trackMaganoo, where you was?They been bitin' our style, those silly bugsWhere's the spray? I'ma spray 'em goodSo the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"I'ma roll up the biggest dutchieGet some sweets cuz I got the munchies
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Magoo]He heGirl, when the bar open up five rumEverybody wanna get a buzz, get some9 out of 10, all girls gonna freakJust gon' depend on who they gonna freakDon't gotta floss, all girls know they nameOnly near, chillin' in the club, no gameBrotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheeseWhen the club close got his girl on her kneesOh man please, learn the two degreesDegree number one, keep your hon off treesDegree number two, keep your girl 'round youNever trust a girl, Lord knows what she do
[Timbaland]Uh huhTricks - is what I got in my bagHits - is what I make out the labRitz - is the crackers that I eatBitch - is what a man don't needRubber - shows I'm a careful loverStutter - is what I do in trouble, what?
[Missy]My man, TimbalandHe make beats for the streetsSee, me and MaganooIn the back rollin' treesGettin' high off the phoneTell a nigga what chu want, HEY!
[Missy]Now, I'm in the S-L-KI roll up the window, so the 'doo won't swaySpray my hairspray so the waves obeySo when I say stay, them bitches stayOh by the wayMe and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance
[Repeat 1][Repeat 1]
[Playa (Aaliyah)]Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea)
"To My" LYRICS TIMBALAND
TIMBALAND LYRICS
"To My"
(feat. Mad Skillz, Nas)
[Tim] It don't stop[Nas] Can't stop[Tim] Say what?[Nas] Play your parts[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop[Nas] Nas Esco'[Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop[Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh[Tim] It don't stop, what?[Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts[Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it
[Verse One: Nas]
I, splash y'all dudes with gats I useIce dangle off my chest cause my cash improveNice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and changeI want the dough, fuck the fameAlready made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to meAbout to have my own ASCAP, and that's thatAnd plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogersand Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxersWith honies that sex so proper, best flow since RakimLiver, personification of dramaDescribe my, characteristics, murder co-signerSome will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to itI'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew upSame ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee'sNothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
[Chorus: Nas]
Please, to my niggazTo my bitches, to my gangstersTo my riders, to my niggazTo my bitches, to my niggazTo my riders, to my gangstersTo my bitches, to my niggazAnd fly assholes, to my niggazTo my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
[Mad Skillz]Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with batsWatchin crews change the views when the heat in they backIf you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clackIf you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it backYour rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps isborn retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of emYou should be sick of it, I posess no flawsThat's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his BallsVerses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flowsI only do shows for burn victimsSo cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill youAnd then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rapWho's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's onWhen you speak in my direction, watch your toneFrom Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we ownIt's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Yo commmmmme seeThe big man with the diamonds and the fly BentleysLadies loooooovve me; niggaz say"Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"JeallllllousyI kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beatsI'm a eight digit niiggyMaybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to seeWhat?
[Chorus]
"To My"
(feat. Mad Skillz, Nas)
[Tim] It don't stop[Nas] Can't stop[Tim] Say what?[Nas] Play your parts[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop[Nas] Nas Esco'[Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop[Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh[Tim] It don't stop, what?[Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts[Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it
[Verse One: Nas]
I, splash y'all dudes with gats I useIce dangle off my chest cause my cash improveNice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and changeI want the dough, fuck the fameAlready made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to meAbout to have my own ASCAP, and that's thatAnd plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogersand Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxersWith honies that sex so proper, best flow since RakimLiver, personification of dramaDescribe my, characteristics, murder co-signerSome will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to itI'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew upSame ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee'sNothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
[Chorus: Nas]
Please, to my niggazTo my bitches, to my gangstersTo my riders, to my niggazTo my bitches, to my niggazTo my riders, to my gangstersTo my bitches, to my niggazAnd fly assholes, to my niggazTo my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
[Mad Skillz]Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with batsWatchin crews change the views when the heat in they backIf you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clackIf you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it backYour rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps isborn retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of emYou should be sick of it, I posess no flawsThat's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his BallsVerses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flowsI only do shows for burn victimsSo cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill youAnd then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rapWho's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's onWhen you speak in my direction, watch your toneFrom Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we ownIt's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Yo commmmmme seeThe big man with the diamonds and the fly BentleysLadies loooooovve me; niggaz say"Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"JeallllllousyI kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beatsI'm a eight digit niiggyMaybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to seeWhat?
[Chorus]
"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
"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
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