TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
Album: "Welcome To Our World" (1997)
Beep Beep
Feel It
Up Jumps Da' Boogie
Clock Strikes
15 After Da' Hour
Ms. Parker
Luv 2 Luv U (Remix)
Luv 2 Luv U
Smoke In Da' Air
Intro Buddha
Peepin' My Style
Writtin' Rhymes
Deep In Your Memory
Clock Strikes (Remix)
Sex Beat (Interlude)
Man Undercover
Joy
Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix)
Album: "Indecent Proposal" (2001)
Drop
All Y'all
It's Your Night
Indian Carpet
Party People
People Like Myself
Serious
Roll Out
Love Me
Baby Bubba
In Time
Considerate Brotha
Beat Club
I Am Music
Album: "Under Construction Part II" (2003)
Intro / Straight Outta Virginia
Cop That Shit
Shenanigans
Leavin'
That Shit Ain't Gonna Work
Don't Make Me Take It There
Indian Flute
Can We Do It Again
Naughty Eye
N 2 Da Music
Hold On
Insane
Throwback
Hold Cutz
I Got Luv 4 Ya
Monday, March 17, 2008
"I Got Luv 4 Ya" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"I Got Luv 4 Ya"
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, huh [echo]
It's Tim and Maganoo again, uhIt's Tim and Maganoo again, ah, ahIt's Tim and Maganoo againLet me talk to ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I remember those days when I was holdin backWhen Star Crunch was a popular snackWould you buy you that, sneak the rest in my nutsYou know that Johnny Appleseed and that frozen cupWe grew up, but ain't you sister Jean cousin (cousin)Just cause we older that don't mean nothin (nothin)We still could hit the beacon, a couple of Bible meetingsLive right just like the deacons and backslide on the weekendNow things change, not just your new loveSee you never used to trip off material stuffSo I ain't mad at dude cause he rimmed up his truckJust mad at you, you clumsy klutzAnd it's no suprise how I'm feelin insideSo the only thing you ever probably did for my eyeUsed to tears in the bucket, I hope you dummies loved itAlthough it's over, you still my soldier (my soldier)
[Chorus - Timbaland]Cause I got love for yaCan I get a hug from ya?I'm not tryna point the finger and judge yaCause I make mistakes like youI forgive ya booYou can keep the things that I brought yaI'm not tryna play correctional officerI'm just tryna take them burdens off of yaCause I make mistakes like youI forgive ya boo
[Verse 2 - Magoo]I first met ya at the strip clubInstead of one, had to give ya two dubsRight from sight baby, I was past loveIt must be the fact, opposites attractDo the addition, it's a one on one thing, and I'ma lace you with blingCause the way you make me feel is an incredible thingBut you had to hurt me, made love to my best friendBut just like "Chucky" I'ma stay 'til the very endOn top of that, you was usin crack and cocaineYou had oomph, had to throw my towel in maynI can't judge cause I cheated, you ain't hold no grudgeI had a child with her, baby it's warm in loveThen Christmas Eve we was playin two hand spadesYou rolled on up, Ace I'm sorry but I have AIDSBut I'ma ride with you, until your deathAnd I'ma stay by your side, last heartbeat, last breath
[Chorus]
[Break - Timbaland]I hope ya forgive me too, uhI hope ya forgive me too (too), uhI hope ya forgive me too (too)Be adults about the situation baby, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Timbaland - talking over Chorus]Can I?Go headUh uh
[Break - Timbaland]I hope ya forgive me too, uhI hope ya forgive me too (too), uhI hope ya forgive me too (too)Two wrongs don't make a right, girl, uhTwo wrongs don't make a right, girlllOo, oo, let's ride outLet me talk to 'emLet me talk about itHeavy T, Oo we right, we out
"I Got Luv 4 Ya"
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, huh [echo]
It's Tim and Maganoo again, uhIt's Tim and Maganoo again, ah, ahIt's Tim and Maganoo againLet me talk to ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I remember those days when I was holdin backWhen Star Crunch was a popular snackWould you buy you that, sneak the rest in my nutsYou know that Johnny Appleseed and that frozen cupWe grew up, but ain't you sister Jean cousin (cousin)Just cause we older that don't mean nothin (nothin)We still could hit the beacon, a couple of Bible meetingsLive right just like the deacons and backslide on the weekendNow things change, not just your new loveSee you never used to trip off material stuffSo I ain't mad at dude cause he rimmed up his truckJust mad at you, you clumsy klutzAnd it's no suprise how I'm feelin insideSo the only thing you ever probably did for my eyeUsed to tears in the bucket, I hope you dummies loved itAlthough it's over, you still my soldier (my soldier)
[Chorus - Timbaland]Cause I got love for yaCan I get a hug from ya?I'm not tryna point the finger and judge yaCause I make mistakes like youI forgive ya booYou can keep the things that I brought yaI'm not tryna play correctional officerI'm just tryna take them burdens off of yaCause I make mistakes like youI forgive ya boo
[Verse 2 - Magoo]I first met ya at the strip clubInstead of one, had to give ya two dubsRight from sight baby, I was past loveIt must be the fact, opposites attractDo the addition, it's a one on one thing, and I'ma lace you with blingCause the way you make me feel is an incredible thingBut you had to hurt me, made love to my best friendBut just like "Chucky" I'ma stay 'til the very endOn top of that, you was usin crack and cocaineYou had oomph, had to throw my towel in maynI can't judge cause I cheated, you ain't hold no grudgeI had a child with her, baby it's warm in loveThen Christmas Eve we was playin two hand spadesYou rolled on up, Ace I'm sorry but I have AIDSBut I'ma ride with you, until your deathAnd I'ma stay by your side, last heartbeat, last breath
[Chorus]
[Break - Timbaland]I hope ya forgive me too, uhI hope ya forgive me too (too), uhI hope ya forgive me too (too)Be adults about the situation baby, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Timbaland - talking over Chorus]Can I?Go headUh uh
[Break - Timbaland]I hope ya forgive me too, uhI hope ya forgive me too (too), uhI hope ya forgive me too (too)Two wrongs don't make a right, girl, uhTwo wrongs don't make a right, girlllOo, oo, let's ride outLet me talk to 'emLet me talk about itHeavy T, Oo we right, we out
"Hold Cutz" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Hold Cutz"
[Timbaland - talking]Uh, what's up girlWhy you trippin on me?I thought we was past thatFeel me?Alright let me talk to ya, uh
[Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs]C'mon baby what's the hold upYou carryin me like your school folderI want your dinner, not your cold cutsWhy you keep givin me the cold shoulder?(Shorty)
C'mon baby what's the hold upYou carryin me like your school folderI want your dinner, not your cold cutsWhy you keep givin me the cold shoulder?(Cause I'm that fly)
[Verse 1 - Magoo]When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wallAnd I think of them times when you was lickin my ballsI never came in your face, you said you hated the tasteThat's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plateYou comfortable now? You need your toes massagedI'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da bargesWith your favorite song, you need to take off the thongGo head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrongWe could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wildI wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smileI'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection?Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protectionSee I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specificOn a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrificIt's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" thingsI put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage loveAnd I told her, don't hurt me againActin like the vaughn a vo in my living room denLike it never took much to really get you back thenJust some college ruled paper and my ball point penCrackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry BenzWe circle my block and we do it againNow let's fast forward to my living room flo'Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to goI slap broke my watch cause this raggedy hoShe like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slowUh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage loveAnd I told her, don't hurt me againCan't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]Tell me if she like it and if notGirl is this your spot?I never cum in second, some reppin for camel lotAnd when I was a kid, I used to fuck in the bushesOnly time I turn it down is when you don't use dushYou got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your pussy is flyIt's a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retireAnd I aspire to be penis of convenience for youBut we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living roomYou likin my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbationI got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttinGive me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin
[Chorus]
"Hold Cutz"
[Timbaland - talking]Uh, what's up girlWhy you trippin on me?I thought we was past thatFeel me?Alright let me talk to ya, uh
[Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs]C'mon baby what's the hold upYou carryin me like your school folderI want your dinner, not your cold cutsWhy you keep givin me the cold shoulder?(Shorty)
C'mon baby what's the hold upYou carryin me like your school folderI want your dinner, not your cold cutsWhy you keep givin me the cold shoulder?(Cause I'm that fly)
[Verse 1 - Magoo]When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wallAnd I think of them times when you was lickin my ballsI never came in your face, you said you hated the tasteThat's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plateYou comfortable now? You need your toes massagedI'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da bargesWith your favorite song, you need to take off the thongGo head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrongWe could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wildI wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smileI'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection?Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protectionSee I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specificOn a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrificIt's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" thingsI put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage loveAnd I told her, don't hurt me againActin like the vaughn a vo in my living room denLike it never took much to really get you back thenJust some college ruled paper and my ball point penCrackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry BenzWe circle my block and we do it againNow let's fast forward to my living room flo'Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to goI slap broke my watch cause this raggedy hoShe like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slowUh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage loveAnd I told her, don't hurt me againCan't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]Tell me if she like it and if notGirl is this your spot?I never cum in second, some reppin for camel lotAnd when I was a kid, I used to fuck in the bushesOnly time I turn it down is when you don't use dushYou got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your pussy is flyIt's a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retireAnd I aspire to be penis of convenience for youBut we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living roomYou likin my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbationI got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttinGive me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin
[Chorus]
"Throwback" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Throwback"
Yeah, yeah [echo][female voice - moaning]Yeah [echo]
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Now here I go, Timbaland will never bring the same old flowWhen the game was moldI'ma hold my own, look at these women they wanna sing my songWhile they sing my songAnd they say my name, look at they ready to go and play my gamesI'ma pick the one and say it ain't no thingI'ma get the one that wanna drop that thingCan you top that thing?I'ma ride or die, ride through the corners like who am IShorty I'm the one with the pump on five [gunshot]This is America, can you jump that high?Girl show it to me ...
[Chorus - Timbaland + (Female voice)]I see you backside, pokin through your coatCome here girl let me take your coatNow I want you drop it to the floorAnd she say(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback babyOH, let me see that throwback baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback babyOH, let me see that throwback baby
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Now shorty take your timeI'ma sip Hennessey while you taste that wine'Til we both feel fineWell I, I think I really wanna stay for a whileBring some of your friends and we can play for a whileLike hide and go get, and when I get you denyMake you turn around and put them hips in the skyFucklin the ways I wanna hit 'til I'm tiredAnd you could stick around, we can dip for the nightTimbaland, just a man on the goWhen we gonna meet again, I just don't knowBut I'ma have to stay for the showI think I wanna see you take the stage once mo'While I say (say ...)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]I knew I cut real hard, this the fifteenth songAnd your man pagin you, he know you doin somethin wrongGirl take a X pill, drink a little yakEat two power bars, I'ma hit it from the backMy dick is like a Tech 9, you gon' respect mineI need some top piece, blow me 'til that head shineOo never cums, that's why she must fuck meI hit it 49 states, next KentuckySo take off your coat, take off your throwbackI ordered some ooze and ate of your toe backMake your ass clap, make your pussy snapSo deep, so wet, my dick's swimmin lapsMake your ass clap, make your pussy snapSo deep, so wet, my dick's swimmin lapsPerhaps we can menage to jazzI like blonde hair chicks, like candy ass
[Chorus]
[scratching mixed in with beat until fade]
"Throwback"
Yeah, yeah [echo][female voice - moaning]Yeah [echo]
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Now here I go, Timbaland will never bring the same old flowWhen the game was moldI'ma hold my own, look at these women they wanna sing my songWhile they sing my songAnd they say my name, look at they ready to go and play my gamesI'ma pick the one and say it ain't no thingI'ma get the one that wanna drop that thingCan you top that thing?I'ma ride or die, ride through the corners like who am IShorty I'm the one with the pump on five [gunshot]This is America, can you jump that high?Girl show it to me ...
[Chorus - Timbaland + (Female voice)]I see you backside, pokin through your coatCome here girl let me take your coatNow I want you drop it to the floorAnd she say(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback babyOH, let me see that throwback baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby(I'm jiggling baby)Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback babyOH, let me see that throwback baby
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Now shorty take your timeI'ma sip Hennessey while you taste that wine'Til we both feel fineWell I, I think I really wanna stay for a whileBring some of your friends and we can play for a whileLike hide and go get, and when I get you denyMake you turn around and put them hips in the skyFucklin the ways I wanna hit 'til I'm tiredAnd you could stick around, we can dip for the nightTimbaland, just a man on the goWhen we gonna meet again, I just don't knowBut I'ma have to stay for the showI think I wanna see you take the stage once mo'While I say (say ...)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]I knew I cut real hard, this the fifteenth songAnd your man pagin you, he know you doin somethin wrongGirl take a X pill, drink a little yakEat two power bars, I'ma hit it from the backMy dick is like a Tech 9, you gon' respect mineI need some top piece, blow me 'til that head shineOo never cums, that's why she must fuck meI hit it 49 states, next KentuckySo take off your coat, take off your throwbackI ordered some ooze and ate of your toe backMake your ass clap, make your pussy snapSo deep, so wet, my dick's swimmin lapsMake your ass clap, make your pussy snapSo deep, so wet, my dick's swimmin lapsPerhaps we can menage to jazzI like blonde hair chicks, like candy ass
[Chorus]
[scratching mixed in with beat until fade]
"Insane" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Insane"
(feat. Candice "Gg" Nelson)
[Timbaland]Ahh! Whoa! Feel it? Ugh!This here is one of those joints you just ride outGet your thoughts together"GG" talk to me
[Candice "Gg" Nelson]I like you cuz you are above averageSo I might do things you don't understandBut I like to correct your bad habitsCuz I want to make you an honest man
[Timbaland]Huh! I got some precise questions bout my past lifeWondering why we so close to buildings on this last flightPray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the doorDMC above like Jason falling to the floorMy mind can carry of a picture perfectOf my Aunt MaryHer face in the mirror like she wasn't burriedI drink Hypnotiq let my conscience go (go)
[Magoo]Tim you need to take it slow (slow)
[Timbaland]These endless songs got me waking up in cold sweatsWhat gets the real time wondering where Aaliyah atI got a wife that watch another girl give me neckFix my lunch with plastic wrap up on my pita breadI'll bite my tongue but she's so outspokenTo that box of Saran bust her head wide openHandcuffs open my fists go up for EminemAnd when he's walking out his courtcaseI'll be walking in
[Chorus]
I know you're safe (Whoooooo)You're gonna stay (Whoooooo)But your mind could change (Whoooooo)I'm going insane (Whoooooo)I'm going crazy![Repeat]
[Magoo]You know them days when you troubled insideAll you think about fuck paying billsYou ignore em' you gone drink it outThat's the way that I feel as I am writing thisSit back roll up a blunt take some delight in thisYou been invited to a piece of my sanityAnd vanity is absent does that weaken the man in meMy fantasy on side man reality bitesWho can't believe all these rappers let alone what he writesI wasn't forced to lie to yall but I didI don't own a plane or yacht or eat squid butI'm entertaining there will be no explainingI'm criticized for having funKillings more enovating they sayBut anyway however ignorance chooses foodIts rude to tell you how you have been screwedAnd I'm a part of the problemAnd its racking my brainExcuse me miss I'm half fool half insane
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]I can't believe that the world is so coldThat's why I keep a runny noseAnd I wish my problems would go (Oh)People don't know mePeople don't ask me no questionsBris Sparky D was an injusticeThe greatest rappers man suffered depressionsSo I'm signing niggas while Whodini's taking the publishingMy mind state is like the crime rateA high percentage of your royalties is in my bankNew artists when you're trying to breakI'm prewarning you before you even hand me your tape (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
"Insane"
(feat. Candice "Gg" Nelson)
[Timbaland]Ahh! Whoa! Feel it? Ugh!This here is one of those joints you just ride outGet your thoughts together"GG" talk to me
[Candice "Gg" Nelson]I like you cuz you are above averageSo I might do things you don't understandBut I like to correct your bad habitsCuz I want to make you an honest man
[Timbaland]Huh! I got some precise questions bout my past lifeWondering why we so close to buildings on this last flightPray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the doorDMC above like Jason falling to the floorMy mind can carry of a picture perfectOf my Aunt MaryHer face in the mirror like she wasn't burriedI drink Hypnotiq let my conscience go (go)
[Magoo]Tim you need to take it slow (slow)
[Timbaland]These endless songs got me waking up in cold sweatsWhat gets the real time wondering where Aaliyah atI got a wife that watch another girl give me neckFix my lunch with plastic wrap up on my pita breadI'll bite my tongue but she's so outspokenTo that box of Saran bust her head wide openHandcuffs open my fists go up for EminemAnd when he's walking out his courtcaseI'll be walking in
[Chorus]
I know you're safe (Whoooooo)You're gonna stay (Whoooooo)But your mind could change (Whoooooo)I'm going insane (Whoooooo)I'm going crazy![Repeat]
[Magoo]You know them days when you troubled insideAll you think about fuck paying billsYou ignore em' you gone drink it outThat's the way that I feel as I am writing thisSit back roll up a blunt take some delight in thisYou been invited to a piece of my sanityAnd vanity is absent does that weaken the man in meMy fantasy on side man reality bitesWho can't believe all these rappers let alone what he writesI wasn't forced to lie to yall but I didI don't own a plane or yacht or eat squid butI'm entertaining there will be no explainingI'm criticized for having funKillings more enovating they sayBut anyway however ignorance chooses foodIts rude to tell you how you have been screwedAnd I'm a part of the problemAnd its racking my brainExcuse me miss I'm half fool half insane
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]I can't believe that the world is so coldThat's why I keep a runny noseAnd I wish my problems would go (Oh)People don't know mePeople don't ask me no questionsBris Sparky D was an injusticeThe greatest rappers man suffered depressionsSo I'm signing niggas while Whodini's taking the publishingMy mind state is like the crime rateA high percentage of your royalties is in my bankNew artists when you're trying to breakI'm prewarning you before you even hand me your tape (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
"Hold On" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Hold On"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]Oh!You know what?([Wyclef:] good good good)I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not hereLife ain't been the same for meLately I miss you very muchI want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland + (Wyclef Jean)]It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast lifeI think on it, I know one day I won't have lifePeople don't know me over the time BThey don't wanna know me, they wanna know my G'sLe I quit, things ain't the same no moreBut I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more (yeah)I got a plan, I wonder how far I can goI demand the best for myself, that's all I knowI, done seen the world becomeProducts of a revolution that we begun (yeah)Make me wanna split a swisher, I need me oneThey keep on copying what we done doneThat's why I say ..
[Break - Timbaland]I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoesAnd would you be prepared to see (would ya?)A life full of money and a life full of girlsBut a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")But I know y'all really in need (ooo)I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my cornerBut I gotta grab all these leavesSo I must ..
[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]Hey, Timbaland you gotta hold on (hold on)But you got to be strongThough the pain almost over([Timbaland:] My pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), you can't quit
You gotta hold on, you got to be strong([Timbaland:] Uh, my pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
[Verse 2 - Magoo + (Wyclef Jean)]Pain, can't you see the pain in my eyes?The lie behind my cries, don't you sympathize with meYou don't have to wonder when I comeYou label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)Funny how Oo got money, people come aroundSoon as Oo fail, kick 'em to the ground (yeah)Not just neighbors, the whole damn townOwn flesh and blood, said I was a clownBut as the world turns, my life can tooAnd like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?Once by my mom, pops the other twoChild abuse kid, ward of the stateI know it was the past, but I just can't shakeHow you had a kid, beat me like a slaveI was only three, how could I misbehave?I didn't know better, you could teach me firstYou said fuck that, then you beat me worseIt's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)Oo is a man, so I must hold on
[Break - Timbaland]I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoesAnd would you be prepared to see (would ya?)([Wyclef:] yeah)A life full of money and a life full of girlsBut a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Maganoo")But I know y'all really in need (ooo)I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my corner([Wyclef:] yeah)But I gotta grab all these leaves, uh huhSo I must ..
[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]You gotta hold on (hold on)But you got to be strongThough the pain almost over([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), can't quit
You gotta hold on (yeah)You got to be strong (yeah)([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into Crook-lynThe youngn's they spend their life in central Crook-lyn (yeah)I've seen prom queens, turn into prom fiendsSometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)I've seen best friends, turn to enemiesWhat made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogySo hard for us to say goodbyeSo I puff the lye and stay high (yeah)The man you said was your fam in the park (yeah)Saw your face spark when you found out he was a Narc (yeah)Cause everybody wanna be Nino BrownThey wanna be Nino Brown, they wanna be Nino Brown (yeah)And the girls they love the Nino BrownThey hug they Nino Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)And the fiends they want the Nino BrownThe way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]
[Outro - Timbland - talking]The pain never stops babyLele, I hope ya hear usCause life will never be the same without you girl([Wyclef:] yeah)Timbaland talkin to you([Wyclef:] yeah, yo, yo)We ain't used to nothinThis music industry, will never be the same without youNothin but pain, hard struggleBut me and Jimmy D, we're gonna keep ridin for yaCause life must go onYou must live onSo we gotta hold on, c'mon
(Hold on) uh, (hold on)My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)I can't quit yet (hold on, hold on)My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)Nah Lele, me and 'Goo we can't quit, OH!
"Hold On"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]Oh!You know what?([Wyclef:] good good good)I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not hereLife ain't been the same for meLately I miss you very muchI want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland + (Wyclef Jean)]It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast lifeI think on it, I know one day I won't have lifePeople don't know me over the time BThey don't wanna know me, they wanna know my G'sLe I quit, things ain't the same no moreBut I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more (yeah)I got a plan, I wonder how far I can goI demand the best for myself, that's all I knowI, done seen the world becomeProducts of a revolution that we begun (yeah)Make me wanna split a swisher, I need me oneThey keep on copying what we done doneThat's why I say ..
[Break - Timbaland]I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoesAnd would you be prepared to see (would ya?)A life full of money and a life full of girlsBut a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")But I know y'all really in need (ooo)I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my cornerBut I gotta grab all these leavesSo I must ..
[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]Hey, Timbaland you gotta hold on (hold on)But you got to be strongThough the pain almost over([Timbaland:] My pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), you can't quit
You gotta hold on, you got to be strong([Timbaland:] Uh, my pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
[Verse 2 - Magoo + (Wyclef Jean)]Pain, can't you see the pain in my eyes?The lie behind my cries, don't you sympathize with meYou don't have to wonder when I comeYou label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)Funny how Oo got money, people come aroundSoon as Oo fail, kick 'em to the ground (yeah)Not just neighbors, the whole damn townOwn flesh and blood, said I was a clownBut as the world turns, my life can tooAnd like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?Once by my mom, pops the other twoChild abuse kid, ward of the stateI know it was the past, but I just can't shakeHow you had a kid, beat me like a slaveI was only three, how could I misbehave?I didn't know better, you could teach me firstYou said fuck that, then you beat me worseIt's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)Oo is a man, so I must hold on
[Break - Timbaland]I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoesAnd would you be prepared to see (would ya?)([Wyclef:] yeah)A life full of money and a life full of girlsBut a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Maganoo")But I know y'all really in need (ooo)I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my corner([Wyclef:] yeah)But I gotta grab all these leaves, uh huhSo I must ..
[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]You gotta hold on (hold on)But you got to be strongThough the pain almost over([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), can't quit
You gotta hold on (yeah)You got to be strong (yeah)([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into Crook-lynThe youngn's they spend their life in central Crook-lyn (yeah)I've seen prom queens, turn into prom fiendsSometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)I've seen best friends, turn to enemiesWhat made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogySo hard for us to say goodbyeSo I puff the lye and stay high (yeah)The man you said was your fam in the park (yeah)Saw your face spark when you found out he was a Narc (yeah)Cause everybody wanna be Nino BrownThey wanna be Nino Brown, they wanna be Nino Brown (yeah)And the girls they love the Nino BrownThey hug they Nino Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)And the fiends they want the Nino BrownThe way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]
[Outro - Timbland - talking]The pain never stops babyLele, I hope ya hear usCause life will never be the same without you girl([Wyclef:] yeah)Timbaland talkin to you([Wyclef:] yeah, yo, yo)We ain't used to nothinThis music industry, will never be the same without youNothin but pain, hard struggleBut me and Jimmy D, we're gonna keep ridin for yaCause life must go onYou must live onSo we gotta hold on, c'mon
(Hold on) uh, (hold on)My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)I can't quit yet (hold on, hold on)My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)Nah Lele, me and 'Goo we can't quit, OH!
"N 2 Da Music" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"N 2 Da Music"
(feat. Brandy)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking (echo)]Uh, ah, haha uh, ahC'mon, [harmonizing]What we got right hereIs that feel good music y'allUh, [harmonizing], c'mon
[Break - Brandy - w/ ad libs]When I'm chillin in my neighbor's shadeWatchin the ocean from a balconyAnd I love the sound of the wavesAnd I love it like that, cause to me this is how I get away
[Timbaland]Ha, so what you gonna do girl, what you gonna do
[Chorus - Brandy - w/ ad libs]Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio onCause I wanna get into the music([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio onCause I wanna get into the music([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (c'mon)
And it feel so goodIt's like blood flowin to my veins([Timbaland:] It's like blood flowin to my veins)
And it feel so goodIt's like blood flowing to my veins
[Timbaland]Alright now, let's take it to the bridge [echo]
[Verse 1 - Timbaland](Ho) It's Timbaland I'm back (uh huh ...)with another one you can dance, so you can relax (woo, woo ...)My music moves you wherever you atI play it loud, to move the crowd, I like it like that (c'mon, c'mon ...)I know you feel the vibe, from the club to your clothesand you'll still decide I love itEverytime I get 'em a rideI drop the top, turn the volume up and put it in driveMe and Aaliyah did +One In A Million+When Ginuwine dropped +Pony+ was the one that I'm feelinHey, we havin a party, come through with your crewTurn up the feel good, do what you do
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Magoo]Yeah, when I'm feelin lost and hurt, you can soothe my soulYou was there for me, musicI was goin out of control, 'til I heard Marvin Gaye"Now it ain't a mountain high enough, when time is rough"I turn to you, yeahBelieve it or not, I learned from you, yeahAll of my soul, I bear to youYour not a painkiller, but I think a snare'll do the trickAnd I just wanna lose myself in youI gained all my health and my wealth from youI started thinkin me and you was just a phaseNow I can't count the days
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
"N 2 Da Music"
(feat. Brandy)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking (echo)]Uh, ah, haha uh, ahC'mon, [harmonizing]What we got right hereIs that feel good music y'allUh, [harmonizing], c'mon
[Break - Brandy - w/ ad libs]When I'm chillin in my neighbor's shadeWatchin the ocean from a balconyAnd I love the sound of the wavesAnd I love it like that, cause to me this is how I get away
[Timbaland]Ha, so what you gonna do girl, what you gonna do
[Chorus - Brandy - w/ ad libs]Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio onCause I wanna get into the music([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio onCause I wanna get into the music([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (c'mon)
And it feel so goodIt's like blood flowin to my veins([Timbaland:] It's like blood flowin to my veins)
And it feel so goodIt's like blood flowing to my veins
[Timbaland]Alright now, let's take it to the bridge [echo]
[Verse 1 - Timbaland](Ho) It's Timbaland I'm back (uh huh ...)with another one you can dance, so you can relax (woo, woo ...)My music moves you wherever you atI play it loud, to move the crowd, I like it like that (c'mon, c'mon ...)I know you feel the vibe, from the club to your clothesand you'll still decide I love itEverytime I get 'em a rideI drop the top, turn the volume up and put it in driveMe and Aaliyah did +One In A Million+When Ginuwine dropped +Pony+ was the one that I'm feelinHey, we havin a party, come through with your crewTurn up the feel good, do what you do
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Magoo]Yeah, when I'm feelin lost and hurt, you can soothe my soulYou was there for me, musicI was goin out of control, 'til I heard Marvin Gaye"Now it ain't a mountain high enough, when time is rough"I turn to you, yeahBelieve it or not, I learned from you, yeahAll of my soul, I bear to youYour not a painkiller, but I think a snare'll do the trickAnd I just wanna lose myself in youI gained all my health and my wealth from youI started thinkin me and you was just a phaseNow I can't count the days
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
"Naughty Eye" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Naughty Eye"
(feat. Raje Shwari, Sebastian)
[Timbaland]Yooo..(What What) Ha, Ha, Ha, Haa, Haa (What What)Yo Yo, Ya Yo Yo Yoooo (Oh Oh)
Give me that eye, Give me that Eye (Boom da Uh UH)Ya Yo Yo YooooGive me that eye, Give me that eye (Boom da uh uh)
[First Verse: Timabaland]People know me, As "The Great Timbaland" (Timbaland)Been brought in the Slums, But I ranned (But I ranned)Been boning girls in the Scooby Doo Van (Doo Van)Chicks been missing since the Summer Of Sam (Of Sam)Oh, I get'em all from ya hood clubs (Clubs)Blue Magic, Be floating in my black Cup (Cup)Mack mold, spit the game and make'em feel good (Feel Good)Eyes closed like they gone off that backwood (Backwood)(Ahhhh) Go on girllll, do ya damn thangBooty poppin, Spell my name with ya tongue rangBanana Dodge ain't a damn thangSitting in the bucket, like a ChampagneThis for my ghetto people (People) Another T & M Collabo (Collabo)So girlll, why you actin funny forI see ya eyes talkin while you got ya mouth closed
[Chorus 2X: Timbaland & (Raje)]Look at that, look at that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Naye)I see you give that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Neye)Sucking on ya thumb like a pacifier (Na Raje, Nu Fire)Must mean you wanna get naughty right[female moan] eeee yeah
[Second Verse: Magoo]I want you bitches to calm downI'm Yao Ming with mines, a player in each townI know you mad when I come aroundI Lex coupe to woman, tops they come down (Oh)You wanna see what can Magoo doBe in V.I.P. with my hands up ya Tu-TuBoo, get you and Sue, Tisha and Lu LuGet a twelve pack of skins, so I can run through ya whole crewLook ma, I know I was the one that you wantedYou gave me Naughty Eye, Seen you in the club but you frontedYou got mad blunted, Then Mag became the HuntedIt was fourth down, would've made a pass, but I puntedI got more woman than ye, You just FleaGive'em crackers an cheese, Then give'em some teaYou want some money hoe, Go catch a beeCause the pussy in ya pants bitch smell like a sea
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2X: Raje Shwari]Ohh mede do ooh ajeTuu mede do ooh ajeBu mede do ooh aje(Sebastian) Ha Ha, Ha Ha
[Third Verse: Sebastian + (Timbaland)]Sebastian be quickerMore proof than my daddy's old E liquorI like'em Trina size, but if they ever be biggerI put the sheets to the groundAct bigger, make the shake stick her, so they can at least figureThen we hit the slopesSame amount of snow, that Johnny would it noseNo chain and ropes, I don't chestize my hoesJust release the low, and put little me's on clothesBut still though I got (love for you)Single mothers I got (love for you)Fuck niggaz who hatin I got (love for you)Middle fingers I keep'em (up for you)Couple bottles with modelsThat would swallow you wholeIf I vanish tommorrow, niggaz will follow the flowSee a hundred like towers, watch me pull in the loadWhen I come to ya clubs, niggaz will be stare at the doors
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Breakdown: Timbaland]Go [Echo]
"Naughty Eye"
(feat. Raje Shwari, Sebastian)
[Timbaland]Yooo..(What What) Ha, Ha, Ha, Haa, Haa (What What)Yo Yo, Ya Yo Yo Yoooo (Oh Oh)
Give me that eye, Give me that Eye (Boom da Uh UH)Ya Yo Yo YooooGive me that eye, Give me that eye (Boom da uh uh)
[First Verse: Timabaland]People know me, As "The Great Timbaland" (Timbaland)Been brought in the Slums, But I ranned (But I ranned)Been boning girls in the Scooby Doo Van (Doo Van)Chicks been missing since the Summer Of Sam (Of Sam)Oh, I get'em all from ya hood clubs (Clubs)Blue Magic, Be floating in my black Cup (Cup)Mack mold, spit the game and make'em feel good (Feel Good)Eyes closed like they gone off that backwood (Backwood)(Ahhhh) Go on girllll, do ya damn thangBooty poppin, Spell my name with ya tongue rangBanana Dodge ain't a damn thangSitting in the bucket, like a ChampagneThis for my ghetto people (People) Another T & M Collabo (Collabo)So girlll, why you actin funny forI see ya eyes talkin while you got ya mouth closed
[Chorus 2X: Timbaland & (Raje)]Look at that, look at that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Naye)I see you give that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Neye)Sucking on ya thumb like a pacifier (Na Raje, Nu Fire)Must mean you wanna get naughty right[female moan] eeee yeah
[Second Verse: Magoo]I want you bitches to calm downI'm Yao Ming with mines, a player in each townI know you mad when I come aroundI Lex coupe to woman, tops they come down (Oh)You wanna see what can Magoo doBe in V.I.P. with my hands up ya Tu-TuBoo, get you and Sue, Tisha and Lu LuGet a twelve pack of skins, so I can run through ya whole crewLook ma, I know I was the one that you wantedYou gave me Naughty Eye, Seen you in the club but you frontedYou got mad blunted, Then Mag became the HuntedIt was fourth down, would've made a pass, but I puntedI got more woman than ye, You just FleaGive'em crackers an cheese, Then give'em some teaYou want some money hoe, Go catch a beeCause the pussy in ya pants bitch smell like a sea
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2X: Raje Shwari]Ohh mede do ooh ajeTuu mede do ooh ajeBu mede do ooh aje(Sebastian) Ha Ha, Ha Ha
[Third Verse: Sebastian + (Timbaland)]Sebastian be quickerMore proof than my daddy's old E liquorI like'em Trina size, but if they ever be biggerI put the sheets to the groundAct bigger, make the shake stick her, so they can at least figureThen we hit the slopesSame amount of snow, that Johnny would it noseNo chain and ropes, I don't chestize my hoesJust release the low, and put little me's on clothesBut still though I got (love for you)Single mothers I got (love for you)Fuck niggaz who hatin I got (love for you)Middle fingers I keep'em (up for you)Couple bottles with modelsThat would swallow you wholeIf I vanish tommorrow, niggaz will follow the flowSee a hundred like towers, watch me pull in the loadWhen I come to ya clubs, niggaz will be stare at the doors
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Breakdown: Timbaland]Go [Echo]
"Can We Do It Again" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Can We Do It Again"
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]This goes outFor all the peopleThat think I couldn't make it againSee what I'm sayinWe're back at y'allThird time, (heh heh)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatinPenetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatinI hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin(hu-huh)Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hardGot them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cardsQuick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquorGimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)People wonder when will we come with the same magicThat make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)I actin gorilla with it, my game savageYou should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since my name happenedTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]Can you do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?We gon' do it againCan we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?(OW!)
Can we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?We gon' do it againCan we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?(OW!) (hu-huh)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Still spittin and killin 'em softlyI hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)Even though my neck and wrist all glossyAnd my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)You could copy or hate on my styleSteppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)I hit the leather, get the meters to peakinI lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)You better love me, she be backin it up on meI'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna playAnd when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since my name happenedTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]Ew we, my pimpin is pimpaliciousI'm more than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)Them other rappers come with that heat talkI talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)But if ya feelin froggy and he leapI fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)You think I'm puttin cover that bird shitI have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them gunsI ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)So give me mine and you can take yoursIt was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since Tim name happenTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
(hu-huh)(hu-huh)(hu-huh)
"Can We Do It Again"
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]This goes outFor all the peopleThat think I couldn't make it againSee what I'm sayinWe're back at y'allThird time, (heh heh)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatinPenetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatinI hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin(hu-huh)Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hardGot them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cardsQuick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquorGimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)People wonder when will we come with the same magicThat make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)I actin gorilla with it, my game savageYou should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since my name happenedTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]Can you do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?We gon' do it againCan we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?(OW!)
Can we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?We gon' do it againCan we do it again?We gon' do it againI said, can we do it again?(OW!) (hu-huh)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]Still spittin and killin 'em softlyI hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)Even though my neck and wrist all glossyAnd my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)You could copy or hate on my styleSteppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)I hit the leather, get the meters to peakinI lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)You better love me, she be backin it up on meI'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna playAnd when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since my name happenedTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]Ew we, my pimpin is pimpaliciousI'm more than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)Them other rappers come with that heat talkI talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)But if ya feelin froggy and he leapI fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)You think I'm puttin cover that bird shitI have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them gunsI ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)So give me mine and you can take yoursIt was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)The game ain't been the same since Tim name happenTimbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
(hu-huh)(hu-huh)(hu-huh)
"Indian Flute" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Indian Flute"
(feat. Sebastian, Rajé Shwari)
O come here shorty. i like you.What? you like me 2?I dont understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u.
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(bari mushkil hai ab bachna)Baby ive been eyeing u away from afar(teri akhiyon mein sab kuch dekha)Thanx 4 tha props but 2 me u tha star(nadin a kuw bol lun aaja)Letz get it on 2nite. y wait 4 2morra?(come on can u show me how bad u r?)Aaja soniye mein pyar kya, o
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(abito batana mein kya karoo)Baby u sure u wanna sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fuFuck around wit a nigga & end up on top of u(dil kehta hai zindagi hai to)U werent tha first best believe fo sho theres been a few(come on bang tha music cuz im feelin u)Aaja soniye par kurta voo
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(tere baho mein ab pluleo)Go slow & ill direct ur every move like a young benny boom afta beatin up your wombNo need 2 put on perfume baby girl u leavin soon(kabhi mere paso jele aaja)Nobody gotta no ur thong waz maroon(teri hoo na)U no afta creepin out my room(tu hi mera)Just so ur man dont assumeSing it 2 him(kasise humara meruna)Sing it 2 him(dumhese hum dono dewana) Sing it 2 him(hum heeto hum muste kayo para to me loo to kya hua)
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
"Indian Flute"
(feat. Sebastian, Rajé Shwari)
O come here shorty. i like you.What? you like me 2?I dont understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u.
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(bari mushkil hai ab bachna)Baby ive been eyeing u away from afar(teri akhiyon mein sab kuch dekha)Thanx 4 tha props but 2 me u tha star(nadin a kuw bol lun aaja)Letz get it on 2nite. y wait 4 2morra?(come on can u show me how bad u r?)Aaja soniye mein pyar kya, o
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(abito batana mein kya karoo)Baby u sure u wanna sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fuFuck around wit a nigga & end up on top of u(dil kehta hai zindagi hai to)U werent tha first best believe fo sho theres been a few(come on bang tha music cuz im feelin u)Aaja soniye par kurta voo
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(tere baho mein ab pluleo)Go slow & ill direct ur every move like a young benny boom afta beatin up your wombNo need 2 put on perfume baby girl u leavin soon(kabhi mere paso jele aaja)Nobody gotta no ur thong waz maroon(teri hoo na)U no afta creepin out my room(tu hi mera)Just so ur man dont assumeSing it 2 him(kasise humara meruna)Sing it 2 him(dumhese hum dono dewana) Sing it 2 him(hum heeto hum muste kayo para to me loo to kya hua)
I got my eyez on u (mera raja)Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja)I luv ur indian flute (mera raja)O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)Zarasa choom loo to kya (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
"Don't Make Me Take It There" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Don't Make Me Take It There"
(feat. Frank Lee White)
[Timbaland]Yau [echo 2x Yau]They still won't give me my propsNow I'm pissed offY'all will see the other side of meCome onLike this
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for TimothyWhen the game is feverish, then I create the remediesAnd crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxedAnd them hoes show me love in every club that I'm atFor every hood got' get back, what another nigga envyBut I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt meTo the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent meWhen Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant meLike a monster I am simply, do the records into threeLet my music not really be confused with anybody'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his primethen I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhymeand the mic happens ring with the nineif it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mindI seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spokeand if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise niggaMomma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for itEven if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for itI said listen to behind a hot roller bread for itContemplating know how to work my math and bred storyI don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habitwalking over these watches squaking the reach in the head withniggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriagewith the game in the cabbage with my name and my statusbut I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's establishedand I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad atDown at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habitIn front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbitTo show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at itWith my poker face until I at least make a mil at itAt least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch itAll for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'
[Frank Lee White]Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other dayAnd I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stayI heard he moved to New York City but he work in MiamiOnly time he back round here is when he visit his grannyNow ain't it funny how the money make a man changeBut shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things'xcept the rap game and bust the track gameshit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-mancan you get with that man let's gone take it back to the rootsbefore them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and bootsbefore Sam Goddie and MTVbefore these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MCbefore the white rap explosion before the corrosionwhen we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't openit was people like Timmy who was kickin' them inshit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen againsome shit like that
[Timbaland]I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
"Don't Make Me Take It There"
(feat. Frank Lee White)
[Timbaland]Yau [echo 2x Yau]They still won't give me my propsNow I'm pissed offY'all will see the other side of meCome onLike this
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for TimothyWhen the game is feverish, then I create the remediesAnd crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxedAnd them hoes show me love in every club that I'm atFor every hood got' get back, what another nigga envyBut I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt meTo the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent meWhen Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant meLike a monster I am simply, do the records into threeLet my music not really be confused with anybody'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his primethen I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhymeand the mic happens ring with the nineif it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mindI seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spokeand if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise niggaMomma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for itEven if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for itI said listen to behind a hot roller bread for itContemplating know how to work my math and bred storyI don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habitwalking over these watches squaking the reach in the head withniggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriagewith the game in the cabbage with my name and my statusbut I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's establishedand I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad atDown at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habitIn front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbitTo show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at itWith my poker face until I at least make a mil at itAt least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch itAll for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'
[Frank Lee White]Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other dayAnd I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stayI heard he moved to New York City but he work in MiamiOnly time he back round here is when he visit his grannyNow ain't it funny how the money make a man changeBut shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things'xcept the rap game and bust the track gameshit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-mancan you get with that man let's gone take it back to the rootsbefore them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and bootsbefore Sam Goddie and MTVbefore these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MCbefore the white rap explosion before the corrosionwhen we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't openit was people like Timmy who was kickin' them inshit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen againsome shit like that
[Timbaland]I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might beIf a nigga didn't make his entryNiggaz would be making them same ol' beatsWaiting on my arrivlaryY'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate meInstead of always comparin' meIf I hear one more remark about meI guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho ohoOho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it thereOho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
"That Shit Ain't Gonna Work" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"That Shit Ain't Gonna Work"
[Old guy]Didn't I tell you fo' I left here, don't fool no guitarAnd the shit be just tearin me up
Ah, ohCome on, ohYou bout to witness here, a little chip on my shoulderTim & Maganoo
[Timbaland]Everyone know I'm a beast when it comes to these beats you can copy me butNigga (That shit ain't gone work)You can sample my drum kicks & my snare, make yo beat & it compares(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can borrow my MP even hire Jimmy D to engineer for you(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can get to CD to Bill if you get any kinda deal still(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I been makin that fire before some of you was alive check the archive(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Forget it if I did a beat & let it come out wit yo name on the credits(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I'm proper nobody can stop a nigga pull yo gun & pop a nigga I promise(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)If you get a famous feature on yo song ain't nobody gone sing-a-long(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]Before y'all suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz countNigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured outBefore you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouthNigga I'm a problem
[Timbaland]Now let me shoot you some game, Don't be tryna use my name to get you some fame(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get you two or three platinum chains, Big body Benz on thangs ain't gone be the same(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I'm tired of folks takin me for a joke, I'm bout to get my duct tape & my ropeDon't be surprised if somebody get chokedI'm a problem I told you before, I just couldn't hold it no more now you know(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Keep on playin them games, we gone start sprayin them thangsWe ain't comin to complain somebody gone get hurtI shouldn't have to say it again, But I will case you couldn't comprehend(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I hate to repeat myself, you look like you need a lil' help but even when you get it(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can holla & kick up dirt, Get crunk & pull off yo shirt, you don't scare me(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]
[Magoo]You can pay a hooker money put a gun to her head for the pussy but(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can take a time machine to my past kill my mom before my birth(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)If you know I'm finna kill ya get the F-B-I for protection(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get a face job, that'll make you look like me but you can't write like me(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get an application for a job, payin you to breathe, you best believe(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get a white wife, join a country club, let Fuzzy call you nigga, nigga(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Good face get Mase to baptize you, I don't sympathize with you(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Put a gun to my head, Pull the trigger, my last words is Fuck You Nigga(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]
"That Shit Ain't Gonna Work"
[Old guy]Didn't I tell you fo' I left here, don't fool no guitarAnd the shit be just tearin me up
Ah, ohCome on, ohYou bout to witness here, a little chip on my shoulderTim & Maganoo
[Timbaland]Everyone know I'm a beast when it comes to these beats you can copy me butNigga (That shit ain't gone work)You can sample my drum kicks & my snare, make yo beat & it compares(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can borrow my MP even hire Jimmy D to engineer for you(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can get to CD to Bill if you get any kinda deal still(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I been makin that fire before some of you was alive check the archive(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Forget it if I did a beat & let it come out wit yo name on the credits(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I'm proper nobody can stop a nigga pull yo gun & pop a nigga I promise(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)If you get a famous feature on yo song ain't nobody gone sing-a-long(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]Before y'all suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz countNigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured outBefore you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouthNigga I'm a problem
[Timbaland]Now let me shoot you some game, Don't be tryna use my name to get you some fame(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get you two or three platinum chains, Big body Benz on thangs ain't gone be the same(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I'm tired of folks takin me for a joke, I'm bout to get my duct tape & my ropeDon't be surprised if somebody get chokedI'm a problem I told you before, I just couldn't hold it no more now you know(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Keep on playin them games, we gone start sprayin them thangsWe ain't comin to complain somebody gone get hurtI shouldn't have to say it again, But I will case you couldn't comprehend(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)I hate to repeat myself, you look like you need a lil' help but even when you get it(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can holla & kick up dirt, Get crunk & pull off yo shirt, you don't scare me(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]
[Magoo]You can pay a hooker money put a gun to her head for the pussy but(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)You can take a time machine to my past kill my mom before my birth(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)If you know I'm finna kill ya get the F-B-I for protection(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get a face job, that'll make you look like me but you can't write like me(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get an application for a job, payin you to breathe, you best believe(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Get a white wife, join a country club, let Fuzzy call you nigga, nigga(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Good face get Mase to baptize you, I don't sympathize with you(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)Put a gun to my head, Pull the trigger, my last words is Fuck You Nigga(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
[CHORUS]
"Leavin'" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Leavin'"
(feat. Attitude)
Oh, Uh, Uh, Let's go, Uh, Uh
[Verse: Timbaland]Hey yall, it's Timbaland with the jump offI only got forty eight hours before my plane takes offI got this girl ready to give me some face offI think I need seven just to make the playoffBut I ain't gonna hit tonight, I'ma leave a good impression before I catch my flight (come on)How I'm wrong when you ain't right?When your dumbass will be right on my flight (stupid)There goes my shenanigans, laugh with meThere ain't no need for panickingChill out, you on a private planeJust lay your head back to this kirkle bangEat some peanuts, sip on some champagneYour fly mileage go up as you give me brainThis is what Thomas do, piss on my mark then I get back to you
[Chorus x2]Cause I'm leaving on the next planeI don't know when I'll be back againWhy don't you just call up all your friendsAnd let's get something started
[Verse: Attitude]I'm only in town for two days, two nights onlyI'm hoping that you wanna spend these two nights on meI like your home girls you like my homiesWe ain't really tryna spend these two night lonelyShawty, really ain't much I'm asking forA little conversation, a nice piece of ass to goI like penetration, how you like it fast or slow?Only a hip, nobody has to knowShe looking at me, weighing up her optionsShe ready to leave, and go get it poppin'What could be the fact that I got thereDrop top Benz or that single in the top 10?I dunno but whatever it is gotta::crunkShe grabbing her liquor, coming out of PradaI told her I'ma pimp it, I ain't coming out a dollarLet's go! I'm leaving gonna be out of here tomorrow
[Chorus x2]
[Verse: Magoo]Girl you lookin' right in those jeansYou been eating colligreens?That's obscene, your man don't help you make beans?You have a house, 2 kids, and he workingThere's rumors, he and your best friend been flirtingBut I ain't tryna fuck you tonightYour ass big, but your face hmmmm that look alrightI tell you what, I'ma make an exceptionClothes off, that's the truthClothes on is deceptionAw, yea, a macilent conceptionFront or the back, hit in any directionAnd baby you the cause of my erectionStop at Wal-Greens I'ma buy some protectionFuck that, go and put it in my face girlI really have a need to give you face girlYou said you dreamed if sex with a starMake up your mind, Oo be on a jet tomorrow
[Chorus x2]
"Leavin'"
(feat. Attitude)
Oh, Uh, Uh, Let's go, Uh, Uh
[Verse: Timbaland]Hey yall, it's Timbaland with the jump offI only got forty eight hours before my plane takes offI got this girl ready to give me some face offI think I need seven just to make the playoffBut I ain't gonna hit tonight, I'ma leave a good impression before I catch my flight (come on)How I'm wrong when you ain't right?When your dumbass will be right on my flight (stupid)There goes my shenanigans, laugh with meThere ain't no need for panickingChill out, you on a private planeJust lay your head back to this kirkle bangEat some peanuts, sip on some champagneYour fly mileage go up as you give me brainThis is what Thomas do, piss on my mark then I get back to you
[Chorus x2]Cause I'm leaving on the next planeI don't know when I'll be back againWhy don't you just call up all your friendsAnd let's get something started
[Verse: Attitude]I'm only in town for two days, two nights onlyI'm hoping that you wanna spend these two nights on meI like your home girls you like my homiesWe ain't really tryna spend these two night lonelyShawty, really ain't much I'm asking forA little conversation, a nice piece of ass to goI like penetration, how you like it fast or slow?Only a hip, nobody has to knowShe looking at me, weighing up her optionsShe ready to leave, and go get it poppin'What could be the fact that I got thereDrop top Benz or that single in the top 10?I dunno but whatever it is gotta::crunkShe grabbing her liquor, coming out of PradaI told her I'ma pimp it, I ain't coming out a dollarLet's go! I'm leaving gonna be out of here tomorrow
[Chorus x2]
[Verse: Magoo]Girl you lookin' right in those jeansYou been eating colligreens?That's obscene, your man don't help you make beans?You have a house, 2 kids, and he workingThere's rumors, he and your best friend been flirtingBut I ain't tryna fuck you tonightYour ass big, but your face hmmmm that look alrightI tell you what, I'ma make an exceptionClothes off, that's the truthClothes on is deceptionAw, yea, a macilent conceptionFront or the back, hit in any directionAnd baby you the cause of my erectionStop at Wal-Greens I'ma buy some protectionFuck that, go and put it in my face girlI really have a need to give you face girlYou said you dreamed if sex with a starMake up your mind, Oo be on a jet tomorrow
[Chorus x2]
"Shenanigans" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Shenanigans"
(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW)
Make them beats like you used to make (oh)Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)Make them beats like you used to make (woo)(OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)I think I'm about to cross the line (line)And find me somethin that soft to find (find)And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)You better hold me back, I told you thatI got enough heat to take your corners backAnd I done took your freak, you want her back(Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh)And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)And y'all don't really wanna fuck with meI don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)Now I got the place panicin (oh)Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
[Chorus]You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me backCause I'm full of shenanigans
(Oh) You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me backCause I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Magoo]Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crackStack my funds, my guns, take my quarters backDon't resist I will put heat on the trackMatter of fact, we can take it off of waxYou and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'emI can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'emFuck face, the street is a car chaseEw dead set, do what it take, to win the raceI erase my fear and don't reappearI'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitchNigga, I must make shit clearFuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your earYou better do the same, I fight 'til your slainOn right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a veinAnd I might put two in the skyLike (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focusedSlow as he appear, it's clear I own thisRealm of Southern rap that despise to be competitiveNorth or northfolk, they jokes is our negligenceSure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sellsDown here the sign men don't promote it, look at us failFuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive itMost of them think our shit is useless, believe itBut me I got a love affair with all things SouthernThe dirty is a territory y'all can't governWe all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neitherAnd all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin eitherLet me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be theLittle old country white boy, get to spittin etherDon't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there craftyI know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
[Chorus]
[humming continues]
... full of shenanigans
"Shenanigans"
(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW)
Make them beats like you used to make (oh)Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)Make them beats like you used to make (woo)(OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)I think I'm about to cross the line (line)And find me somethin that soft to find (find)And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)You better hold me back, I told you thatI got enough heat to take your corners backAnd I done took your freak, you want her back(Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh)And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)And y'all don't really wanna fuck with meI don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)Now I got the place panicin (oh)Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
[Chorus]You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me backCause I'm full of shenanigans
(Oh) You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me back (oh)You better hold me backCause I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Magoo]Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crackStack my funds, my guns, take my quarters backDon't resist I will put heat on the trackMatter of fact, we can take it off of waxYou and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'emI can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'emFuck face, the street is a car chaseEw dead set, do what it take, to win the raceI erase my fear and don't reappearI'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitchNigga, I must make shit clearFuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your earYou better do the same, I fight 'til your slainOn right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a veinAnd I might put two in the skyLike (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focusedSlow as he appear, it's clear I own thisRealm of Southern rap that despise to be competitiveNorth or northfolk, they jokes is our negligenceSure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sellsDown here the sign men don't promote it, look at us failFuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive itMost of them think our shit is useless, believe itBut me I got a love affair with all things SouthernThe dirty is a territory y'all can't governWe all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neitherAnd all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin eitherLet me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be theLittle old country white boy, get to spittin etherDon't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there craftyI know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
[Chorus]
[humming continues]
... full of shenanigans
"Cop That Shit" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Cop That Shit"
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Intro: Missy Elliott]We are the VA playersLove to the Neptunes and the ClipseTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legsThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpectedThe run away slave I, MistameanorEscaping from all ya fraudulent playersLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout some little nieces and nephewsTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been throughTime's up, sorry I left youThinking of this, I keep repeating them hitsLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial toneAs you hear it, pump up the volumeJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)Mr. VA 'bout to set it offWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya knowWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)And put me on like you red alert'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and MissyLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store andCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegsWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nuccaCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streetsSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]When you say you love me, it doesn't matterIt goes into my head as just chit-chatterYou may think I'm egotistical or just very freeWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me soLet them pretend to be me, then they knowI hate when one, pretend to fantasizeFact I despise, those who even trySweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinkingYo dream is over, career sinkingI told all of you, like I told all of themWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!In one ear and right out the other"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya motherI don't pay attention, I don't concentrateYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]I'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to VagilAnd understand I got the gift of speechAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streetsI talk sense condensed in the form of a poemIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homesI'm kinda young, so my gun's my securityI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to meI get paid when your record is playedTo put it short, heh I got it madeI'm talented, yes I'm giftedMy uppercut boy that'll get ya liftedYou got cash? man stop frontinLiving off damn every record that you cuttingMy name Magoo and I roll wit two starsEvery CD we split 48 barsMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa starEvery other month I get a brand new car!
[Chorus]
"Cop That Shit"
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Intro: Missy Elliott]We are the VA playersLove to the Neptunes and the ClipseTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legsThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpectedThe run away slave I, MistameanorEscaping from all ya fraudulent playersLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout some little nieces and nephewsTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been throughTime's up, sorry I left youThinking of this, I keep repeating them hitsLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial toneAs you hear it, pump up the volumeJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)Mr. VA 'bout to set it offWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya knowWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)And put me on like you red alert'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and MissyLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store andCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegsWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nuccaCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streetsSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]When you say you love me, it doesn't matterIt goes into my head as just chit-chatterYou may think I'm egotistical or just very freeWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me soLet them pretend to be me, then they knowI hate when one, pretend to fantasizeFact I despise, those who even trySweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinkingYo dream is over, career sinkingI told all of you, like I told all of themWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!In one ear and right out the other"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya motherI don't pay attention, I don't concentrateYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]I'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to VagilAnd understand I got the gift of speechAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streetsI talk sense condensed in the form of a poemIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homesI'm kinda young, so my gun's my securityI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to meI get paid when your record is playedTo put it short, heh I got it madeI'm talented, yes I'm giftedMy uppercut boy that'll get ya liftedYou got cash? man stop frontinLiving off damn every record that you cuttingMy name Magoo and I roll wit two starsEvery CD we split 48 barsMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa starEvery other month I get a brand new car!
[Chorus]
"Intro / Straight Outta Virginia" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Intro / Straight Outta Virginia"
[Intro - talking - w/ ad libs]Oh! (ah, ah, ah)Oh! (ah, ah, ah)Oh!Run it back, oh
(ah, ah, ah) Oh!(oh, y'all don't know)Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)(y'all don't know but)Let me tell ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I'm comin straight outta VA (oh)A nigga named Timbo, growin up a nigga never had cash flowCatch me dippin in the banana ten fo'With my nigga Antoine and Theo (c'mon)Probably hit the high school football gameSalem versus Green Run and that's the shit maynAfter that we gon' meet up at the food line (what)Little Ceasar's pieces motherfuckers ain't tryinTo go against (what), probably three (uh huh)Keep talkin nigga you'll get found in that creek (oh)And that's how we do it in the V (oh)I can't forget my nigga Pharrell and Camsky (oh)Y'all remember them house parties (oh)When a nigga name was DJ Timmy T (oh)Queen bread, Blackness had the Cutlass Capri (oh)Look at this nigga, I'm reppin my V (uh, oh)
[Break]Yeah (oh)Yeah (oh)(nah, nah, nah, nah)Yeah (like this oh)Oh, oh
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
[Outro - talking]Homie, that's how we do it (hey man)That's how we do it (hey man)Pharrell, Clipse (oh), Big C, MagooAh, can't forget AI, AIWe comin straight outta VALike that homie (homie)
"Intro / Straight Outta Virginia"
[Intro - talking - w/ ad libs]Oh! (ah, ah, ah)Oh! (ah, ah, ah)Oh!Run it back, oh
(ah, ah, ah) Oh!(oh, y'all don't know)Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)(y'all don't know but)Let me tell ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]I'm comin straight outta VA (oh)A nigga named Timbo, growin up a nigga never had cash flowCatch me dippin in the banana ten fo'With my nigga Antoine and Theo (c'mon)Probably hit the high school football gameSalem versus Green Run and that's the shit maynAfter that we gon' meet up at the food line (what)Little Ceasar's pieces motherfuckers ain't tryinTo go against (what), probably three (uh huh)Keep talkin nigga you'll get found in that creek (oh)And that's how we do it in the V (oh)I can't forget my nigga Pharrell and Camsky (oh)Y'all remember them house parties (oh)When a nigga name was DJ Timmy T (oh)Queen bread, Blackness had the Cutlass Capri (oh)Look at this nigga, I'm reppin my V (uh, oh)
[Break]Yeah (oh)Yeah (oh)(nah, nah, nah, nah)Yeah (like this oh)Oh, oh
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
[Outro - talking]Homie, that's how we do it (hey man)That's how we do it (hey man)Pharrell, Clipse (oh), Big C, MagooAh, can't forget AI, AIWe comin straight outta VALike that homie (homie)
"I Am Music" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"I Am Music"
(feat. Aaliyah, Static) (Playa)
[Verse 1: Timbaland]I'll be with you on your way to workWhen your car turns on, you'll probably hear meYou can't run your car without me (Without me)Want a deal, costs you a hundred G'sI am, I am
[Chorus: Static]I am musicI'm melodies and harmoniesStereo and monoOn the radio, the radioI said I am musicI'm simply dope beatsIntros and drum rollsOn the radio, the radio
[Verse 2: Static]I'll meet you at a summer jamI'm with you PM or AMI'll work out with you when you're at the gymAnd when you clean the house, I'll be in the denCuz I am
[Chorus 2: Static & Timbaland]I am musicMelodies, harmoniesMono, stereo, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI am musicSimply dope beatsTempos, drum rolls, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 3: Aaliyah]You may find me at a shopping mallI'm not buying but I'll be for saleI'll be a feeling when your talent showsMight even hear me at a restaurantCuz I am
[Repeat Chorus 2]
[Guitar Interlude]
[Repeat Chorus 2]
"I Am Music"
(feat. Aaliyah, Static) (Playa)
[Verse 1: Timbaland]I'll be with you on your way to workWhen your car turns on, you'll probably hear meYou can't run your car without me (Without me)Want a deal, costs you a hundred G'sI am, I am
[Chorus: Static]I am musicI'm melodies and harmoniesStereo and monoOn the radio, the radioI said I am musicI'm simply dope beatsIntros and drum rollsOn the radio, the radio
[Verse 2: Static]I'll meet you at a summer jamI'm with you PM or AMI'll work out with you when you're at the gymAnd when you clean the house, I'll be in the denCuz I am
[Chorus 2: Static & Timbaland]I am musicMelodies, harmoniesMono, stereo, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI am musicSimply dope beatsTempos, drum rolls, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Verse 3: Aaliyah]You may find me at a shopping mallI'm not buying but I'll be for saleI'll be a feeling when your talent showsMight even hear me at a restaurantCuz I am
[Repeat Chorus 2]
[Guitar Interlude]
[Repeat Chorus 2]
"Beat Club" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Beat Club"
(feat. Sebastin, Sin, Troy Mitchell)
[Timbaland]BEAT CLUB!Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YESUhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhhUhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhhUhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhhOne, two, three, here we go!
[Troy Mitchell]Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thugYou know that thug that's used to doin it out the dubI go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killersStaff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggazYo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shitI'm used to bossin shit and offin clipsSee hood is around my way - they talk often quickTo us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shitSee we gang we never bought it in the streets I slangPeeps I train to hustle get it take out namesLet me bang and spread it all around the project blocksI'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocksNow thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with bluntsGrill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for monthsI get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crushAnd figure the last niggaz that fuck with us
[Magoo]Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-caseGet up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw faceBesides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court casesAnd they all gettin lifeWe can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'emPiss on a slut, let it rain on 'emBut I'd rather put my brain on 'emLook at the bitch, she got a frame on 'emMag hit it then came on 'em"Alias," if you with me you rideGet in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tuxLabel me "alias" from my respects to crack this caseI'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my faceI got an ill way of showin my painFuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brainI'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thangMag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain
[Sin]Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the sameFirst niggaz speak my name, off with his brainPut the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapseIf I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rapHow many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too muchUncut, can't touchYou remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass niggaUp North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga
[Magoo]Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail roomAfter the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broomMag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddarUsed to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?)But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never killI run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in JillPoppin usin the pill, never did it beforeI wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skillI make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weatherFam's wipin they tongues a littleMag run for the street, or for the blockBrand new cribs still dissin the potSome bums take change seeNeighbors lookin at Mag strangelyFind theyself, hangin from a treeBut I'm a real life gleeful"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel (?)
[Troy Mitchell]Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was youngerBut now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethinSo whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide and women don't know when to slow slideMy A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidinI keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibeI heard the feds hate me cause I'm so liveFrom five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimesEven Magoo got a watch I ain't dumbAin't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it fromI got wholesale weight, that low-sale weightOr any kind of weight that make my dough flow strightCause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fakeThat's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotationsThugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'
[Sin]Laid back in the same colored EscaladeRun over rappers that test the brakeLeave you under the jeep and test your faithPut it in reverse and, crush your faceGo to court, tell the judge fuck the caseGo to jail, no bail, cut your faceGet it right nigga, you dealin with apesI came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh
[Sebastin]Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in rapsAnticipate nickel plates, man, right where you satLike a panel nigga under your shirt, picture thatHow your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap?Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the dayNiggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okayI'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dameCrackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't tradeThat's the day that the curls slide under the braidI'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fadeDifferent ligaments torn for every round that's sprayedPuttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like JakeDu-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through wavesI'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in DaveI ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A
"Beat Club"
(feat. Sebastin, Sin, Troy Mitchell)
[Timbaland]BEAT CLUB!Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YESUhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhhUhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhhUhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhhOne, two, three, here we go!
[Troy Mitchell]Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thugYou know that thug that's used to doin it out the dubI go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killersStaff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggazYo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shitI'm used to bossin shit and offin clipsSee hood is around my way - they talk often quickTo us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shitSee we gang we never bought it in the streets I slangPeeps I train to hustle get it take out namesLet me bang and spread it all around the project blocksI'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocksNow thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with bluntsGrill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for monthsI get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crushAnd figure the last niggaz that fuck with us
[Magoo]Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-caseGet up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw faceBesides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court casesAnd they all gettin lifeWe can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'emPiss on a slut, let it rain on 'emBut I'd rather put my brain on 'emLook at the bitch, she got a frame on 'emMag hit it then came on 'em"Alias," if you with me you rideGet in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tuxLabel me "alias" from my respects to crack this caseI'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my faceI got an ill way of showin my painFuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brainI'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thangMag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain
[Sin]Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the sameFirst niggaz speak my name, off with his brainPut the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapseIf I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rapHow many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too muchUncut, can't touchYou remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass niggaUp North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga
[Magoo]Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail roomAfter the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broomMag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddarUsed to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?)But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never killI run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in JillPoppin usin the pill, never did it beforeI wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skillI make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weatherFam's wipin they tongues a littleMag run for the street, or for the blockBrand new cribs still dissin the potSome bums take change seeNeighbors lookin at Mag strangelyFind theyself, hangin from a treeBut I'm a real life gleeful"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel (?)
[Troy Mitchell]Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was youngerBut now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethinSo whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide and women don't know when to slow slideMy A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidinI keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibeI heard the feds hate me cause I'm so liveFrom five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimesEven Magoo got a watch I ain't dumbAin't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it fromI got wholesale weight, that low-sale weightOr any kind of weight that make my dough flow strightCause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fakeThat's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotationsThugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'
[Sin]Laid back in the same colored EscaladeRun over rappers that test the brakeLeave you under the jeep and test your faithPut it in reverse and, crush your faceGo to court, tell the judge fuck the caseGo to jail, no bail, cut your faceGet it right nigga, you dealin with apesI came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh
[Sebastin]Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in rapsAnticipate nickel plates, man, right where you satLike a panel nigga under your shirt, picture thatHow your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap?Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the dayNiggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okayI'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dameCrackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't tradeThat's the day that the curls slide under the braidI'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fadeDifferent ligaments torn for every round that's sprayedPuttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like JakeDu-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through wavesI'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in DaveI ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A
"Considerate Brotha" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Considerate Brotha"
(feat. Ludacris)
[Ludacris]Ahh.. yea, yEAHDisturbin' Tha Peace, the Beat ClubLudacris - straight from the ATLWe gon' take it to NC, to VATo L.A., to N.Y., and e'rywhere in betweenUh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland MagooCheck it out
[Magoo]Mag meetcha at, 7/11 a quarter to sevenBuy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin this heavenMy bastard ass the kid momma let him hit itHe gon' nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit itLook, bein a mack is all about your gameI maim hoes for makin me cum, then make her buy me some rumI got the town ho-infested, you seen 'emInvested in prostitution, turned it into an institutionWell be far be it from me, to advertise my enterpriseAll I'm sayin man, my street shit is organizedI got it franchised, from city to city, state to stateDon't look at the house, I own the whole estateBut wait (but wait).. baby baby baby baby shake too (shake too)Baby baby (baby baby).. make too (make too)Baby baby baby baby shake too, make too
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (you can call) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (that's what I am)I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)I will fuss wit 'em (ah) I never mistreat 'em (uh)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha
[Timbaland]WhoaaaahhhWakin up Saturday about to press my suitWakin up early about to fix me some orange juiceI got my chicks LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna chooseI got my guns LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna useI got my - Louis Vuitton on, pumpin that mind-blowinChicks can't even drive straight without them blown they hornI'm just a illmatic, pumpin all dramaticCarry a automatic, keep up on all tacticsI'm just that pimp nigga from Va. BeachRrrrob each, uh, let me not slur my speechI got that liquor in me, no juice no vodkaBut the straight up Remi, kicks bout to get loosecause I got it in me, bout to take one homeand "Free Willy" - Timb, you so sillySee I been pimpin, before yo' daysPimpin ain't easy, hey hey hey hey
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (uhh)I will touch 'em (touch 'em) but won't beat 'em (won't beat 'em)I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'emYou can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)A considerate brotha
[Ludacris]BITCH I pack a black tux fo' emergenciesWant me to treat 'em with courtesyBut psssh, Ludacris mack nigga BITCH get on you purposelyPerfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head downLeave 'em let down, I'm the KING of this shit, you take a step downAdmire the merchandise, talk back get slapped twiceor handheld, I got women sendin me panties in my fanmailPimp hat with a big mouth, ATL, dirt SouthHoes comin up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!It's the fullback blast in the formation grab yo' helmetSlam the mask out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"And they betta meet they quota, betta yet betta meet they deadlineAnd I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father hairlineFrom Raggedy Ann & Andy to daquiri drinks and brandyI take 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candyI'm the - pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all aroundA pimp of the town - we pimpin 'em up, HOES DOWN
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (uh-huh)I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'emYou can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)A considerate brotha (whoahhhh)
[Timbaland](ea-sy) Feel me nowFeel me now baby, come onCome on walk with me, walk witcha daddy(ea-sy) Yea, take it easy babyLet your hair blow out, come on
"Considerate Brotha"
(feat. Ludacris)
[Ludacris]Ahh.. yea, yEAHDisturbin' Tha Peace, the Beat ClubLudacris - straight from the ATLWe gon' take it to NC, to VATo L.A., to N.Y., and e'rywhere in betweenUh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland MagooCheck it out
[Magoo]Mag meetcha at, 7/11 a quarter to sevenBuy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin this heavenMy bastard ass the kid momma let him hit itHe gon' nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit itLook, bein a mack is all about your gameI maim hoes for makin me cum, then make her buy me some rumI got the town ho-infested, you seen 'emInvested in prostitution, turned it into an institutionWell be far be it from me, to advertise my enterpriseAll I'm sayin man, my street shit is organizedI got it franchised, from city to city, state to stateDon't look at the house, I own the whole estateBut wait (but wait).. baby baby baby baby shake too (shake too)Baby baby (baby baby).. make too (make too)Baby baby baby baby shake too, make too
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (you can call) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (that's what I am)I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)I will fuss wit 'em (ah) I never mistreat 'em (uh)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha
[Timbaland]WhoaaaahhhWakin up Saturday about to press my suitWakin up early about to fix me some orange juiceI got my chicks LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna chooseI got my guns LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna useI got my - Louis Vuitton on, pumpin that mind-blowinChicks can't even drive straight without them blown they hornI'm just a illmatic, pumpin all dramaticCarry a automatic, keep up on all tacticsI'm just that pimp nigga from Va. BeachRrrrob each, uh, let me not slur my speechI got that liquor in me, no juice no vodkaBut the straight up Remi, kicks bout to get loosecause I got it in me, bout to take one homeand "Free Willy" - Timb, you so sillySee I been pimpin, before yo' daysPimpin ain't easy, hey hey hey hey
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (uhh)I will touch 'em (touch 'em) but won't beat 'em (won't beat 'em)I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'emYou can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)A considerate brotha
[Ludacris]BITCH I pack a black tux fo' emergenciesWant me to treat 'em with courtesyBut psssh, Ludacris mack nigga BITCH get on you purposelyPerfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head downLeave 'em let down, I'm the KING of this shit, you take a step downAdmire the merchandise, talk back get slapped twiceor handheld, I got women sendin me panties in my fanmailPimp hat with a big mouth, ATL, dirt SouthHoes comin up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!It's the fullback blast in the formation grab yo' helmetSlam the mask out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"And they betta meet they quota, betta yet betta meet they deadlineAnd I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father hairlineFrom Raggedy Ann & Andy to daquiri drinks and brandyI take 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candyI'm the - pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all aroundA pimp of the town - we pimpin 'em up, HOES DOWN
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)A considerate brotha (uh-huh)I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'emYou can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)A considerate brotha (whoahhhh)
[Timbaland](ea-sy) Feel me nowFeel me now baby, come onCome on walk with me, walk witcha daddy(ea-sy) Yea, take it easy babyLet your hair blow out, come on
"In Time" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"In Time"
(feat. Mad Skillz, Ms. Jade)
(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you)
[Timbaland]Ah - c'mon, ahYou would not believe - c'mon, ahWhat's goin down right now - c'mon, ahHolla!! C'mon ahYou would not believe - c'mon, ahWhat's about to go down right now - c'mon, ahHolla, c'mon..
Guess who's back it's your favorite manThomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) TimbalandI keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion vanMamis betta not speak unless I say they canHon - whatchu know about this guy?I've been hittin girls back since "Cooley High"Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin tonight?Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight
[Ms. Jade]Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heightsMs. Jade have you whinin by the end of the nightTry and try and have 'em sick when I board the jetDough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necksYou heard me black? Squeaky-ass CadillacsI owe you one, you fuck around and owe me backGot Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' frontI'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?
[Chorus: Timbaland]Life, is, what you make itI got plenty big faces.. to spend on you-oooh-oohLife, is, what you make itI got plenty big faces.. to spend on you, in time
[Magoo]I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinNiggaz got the feelin I'm wack and I fell offSaid bird is the word is Charmin and Mag's off?Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fameBut I get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hashTreat 'em like garbage, leavin 'em in the trash
[Ms. Jade]Mag I wreckon you right, but it's my fuckin nightX-5, bing truck, high as a kitePowder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bitePet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bikePay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffinSee me in the back of the club, steadily puffinIn time you will buy me this and thatMeanwhile motherfucker betta holla back
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin when I hit the doorYou ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yoursI'm like Big out the Maximas and AcurasTrust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP!.. and that shit's fo'sho'What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mineI'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time
[Ms. Jade]Lie for what? Never been that type of chickRubber band around the wrist, be the type to gripand flip the script, send your ass home all limpMotherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimpKing Kong trips, ridin all the latest whipsWith a Corona in the holder I'm the latest bitchYup - you could call me the greatest wenchYup - when you fuck with the greatest clique
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
"In Time"
(feat. Mad Skillz, Ms. Jade)
(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you)
[Timbaland]Ah - c'mon, ahYou would not believe - c'mon, ahWhat's goin down right now - c'mon, ahHolla!! C'mon ahYou would not believe - c'mon, ahWhat's about to go down right now - c'mon, ahHolla, c'mon..
Guess who's back it's your favorite manThomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) TimbalandI keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion vanMamis betta not speak unless I say they canHon - whatchu know about this guy?I've been hittin girls back since "Cooley High"Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin tonight?Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight
[Ms. Jade]Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heightsMs. Jade have you whinin by the end of the nightTry and try and have 'em sick when I board the jetDough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necksYou heard me black? Squeaky-ass CadillacsI owe you one, you fuck around and owe me backGot Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' frontI'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?
[Chorus: Timbaland]Life, is, what you make itI got plenty big faces.. to spend on you-oooh-oohLife, is, what you make itI got plenty big faces.. to spend on you, in time
[Magoo]I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinNiggaz got the feelin I'm wack and I fell offSaid bird is the word is Charmin and Mag's off?Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fameBut I get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hashTreat 'em like garbage, leavin 'em in the trash
[Ms. Jade]Mag I wreckon you right, but it's my fuckin nightX-5, bing truck, high as a kitePowder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bitePet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bikePay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffinSee me in the back of the club, steadily puffinIn time you will buy me this and thatMeanwhile motherfucker betta holla back
[Chorus]
[Mad Skillz]Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin when I hit the doorYou ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yoursI'm like Big out the Maximas and AcurasTrust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP!.. and that shit's fo'sho'What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mineI'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time
[Ms. Jade]Lie for what? Never been that type of chickRubber band around the wrist, be the type to gripand flip the script, send your ass home all limpMotherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimpKing Kong trips, ridin all the latest whipsWith a Corona in the holder I'm the latest bitchYup - you could call me the greatest wenchYup - when you fuck with the greatest clique
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
"Baby Bubba" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Baby Bubba"
(feat. Petey Pablo)
(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)
[Petey Pablo]It's the dippy dippy don now you heard thatLet's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?I got shit here to make you down on twelve-packCall Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sackC'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'allWhere my cats think you feel me at?Alla y'all, and when we earn thatThey finally let the dish and the panThen I start with some cashLet me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with TimbalandNow I'm bustin they assNow they callin me The Incredible ManI'ma shit it sick like YEAHHHAnd there is one thing to understandY'all know what it is and Petey is just what I amSpit what I spit cause I don't give a damnSpin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawersOn some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that isNew broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin dealHeyyyyyy
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaWe lost the music selectorHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubbaWell he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward
[Timbaland]Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at meJust because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDEHe don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYSall up in your local mall pickin all your local broadsHOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawlWe the in-timidators, y'all in-timidatedby our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate itLOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switchesAs we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit upFor the cool amigos with Tequila in the gutWhat y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitalityThe come of the me, the come of the PeteThe come of the 'goo, the come of the G
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Mag spit it 'til I die fuckerYou wit your label kissin ass like a damn suckerMeanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the newsDo my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sueIf I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughterStayin in the French quarter and listen to JuvenileI like that South shit, all my niggaz is wildYou gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin manSouth boys ain't fuckin playin - check themThis week got OutKast and No Limit, and EightballScarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHHWe do it country cause we proud of this shitAll those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dickI ain't a thug and I ain't tryna beThey tryna take my love man and it bothered me
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
"Baby Bubba"
(feat. Petey Pablo)
(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)
[Petey Pablo]It's the dippy dippy don now you heard thatLet's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?I got shit here to make you down on twelve-packCall Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sackC'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'allWhere my cats think you feel me at?Alla y'all, and when we earn thatThey finally let the dish and the panThen I start with some cashLet me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with TimbalandNow I'm bustin they assNow they callin me The Incredible ManI'ma shit it sick like YEAHHHAnd there is one thing to understandY'all know what it is and Petey is just what I amSpit what I spit cause I don't give a damnSpin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawersOn some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that isNew broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin dealHeyyyyyy
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaWe lost the music selectorHeyyyyyyyyyy baby bubbaIf y'all feel it let me hear you sayHeyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubbaWell he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward
[Timbaland]Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at meJust because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDEHe don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYSall up in your local mall pickin all your local broadsHOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawlWe the in-timidators, y'all in-timidatedby our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate itLOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switchesAs we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit upFor the cool amigos with Tequila in the gutWhat y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitalityThe come of the me, the come of the PeteThe come of the 'goo, the come of the G
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Mag spit it 'til I die fuckerYou wit your label kissin ass like a damn suckerMeanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the newsDo my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sueIf I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughterStayin in the French quarter and listen to JuvenileI like that South shit, all my niggaz is wildYou gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin manSouth boys ain't fuckin playin - check themThis week got OutKast and No Limit, and EightballScarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHHWe do it country cause we proud of this shitAll those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dickI ain't a thug and I ain't tryna beThey tryna take my love man and it bothered me
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
"Love Me" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Love Me"
(feat. Tweet)
And we're back.. playing the hottest mu-sic on your radioCoast to coast.. worldwide shore to shore sea to seaI am your host.. DeBrucaAnd you're listening to the hottest radio station, in all the landW-poon-poon-P..
[Tweet]What a revelation (lation)You're the reason that I breatheInnocent creationI can use you as I pleaseThe only one to tell my storywhen words are hard to catchOf all that comes with fame and gloryYou let me rock you bestOoooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh..
Such a sensation (sation)Hypnotizin melo-dyNo limitationsI can stroke yo' every keyAnd you'll give me that do-re-mi-soAnd sometimes double-timeAnd sometimes you'll love me nice and slowMakes me wanna sing this rhymeOoooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh..
[w/ voicebox]Love me.. like I, love youDon't you love me boo? Don't you love me boo?Love me.. like I, love youDon't you love me boo?Promising, promising now, that I love ya, I love yaI love ya, I LOVE YA!I do love ya.. yes Iiiiiii do, yes I doCan you love me, can you love meCan you love me, can you love metoniiiiight, toniiiiight?Can you love me, now can you love meNow can you love me, now can you love metoniiiiight, toniiiiight? All I wanna say to you isCan you love me, can you love me?Can you love me love me?
"Love Me"
(feat. Tweet)
And we're back.. playing the hottest mu-sic on your radioCoast to coast.. worldwide shore to shore sea to seaI am your host.. DeBrucaAnd you're listening to the hottest radio station, in all the landW-poon-poon-P..
[Tweet]What a revelation (lation)You're the reason that I breatheInnocent creationI can use you as I pleaseThe only one to tell my storywhen words are hard to catchOf all that comes with fame and gloryYou let me rock you bestOoooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh..
Such a sensation (sation)Hypnotizin melo-dyNo limitationsI can stroke yo' every keyAnd you'll give me that do-re-mi-soAnd sometimes double-timeAnd sometimes you'll love me nice and slowMakes me wanna sing this rhymeOoooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh..
[w/ voicebox]Love me.. like I, love youDon't you love me boo? Don't you love me boo?Love me.. like I, love youDon't you love me boo?Promising, promising now, that I love ya, I love yaI love ya, I LOVE YA!I do love ya.. yes Iiiiiii do, yes I doCan you love me, can you love meCan you love me, can you love metoniiiiight, toniiiiight?Can you love me, now can you love meNow can you love me, now can you love metoniiiiight, toniiiiight? All I wanna say to you isCan you love me, can you love me?Can you love me love me?
"Roll Out" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Roll Out"
(feat. Petey Pablo, Smokey) (Playa)
[Intro: Timbaland]Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland
[Timbaland]I be creepin' in backyards, dippin in alley waysMy brother in the 360, I'm in a escaladeWe piled ride high, sittin' on low prosPetey in the back of us, with his range rovBold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the frontNo smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' bluntThis how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rulesWomen in sexy gear, draws down and no shoesThat's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours aliveFor that alcohol is full of, full of surpriseThat's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawlThis here, this here, is that party y'all
[Chorus]Roll Out (ROLL!)Get crunked (ROLL!)Get your girls (ROLL!)Get your boys (ROLL!)Hit the switches (ROLL!)Bring the noise (ROLL!)[panting noises]Roll Out (ROLL!}Get crunked (ROLL!)Get your girls (ROLL!)Get your boys (ROLL!)Hit the switches (ROLL!)Bring the noise (ROLL!)[panting noises]
[Petey Pablo]Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddestRappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classicLayin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automaticTryin' to get past this old couple in a MaverickBeepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazardsG. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin'Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbitSwerve back into traffic, radio blastin'Slammed on the brakes [SKRUT!], ya old bastardTim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back andGirls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glassesWind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the pantiesPolka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fanniesWHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you isTim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here
[Repeat Chorus]
[Smokey]Catch me in a chick, and her name is KimTryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of BimFast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rimLike why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slimI'm out north too, no top on the BenzBig body, too, just like I walked out the gymMan, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the windLook, the needle to the gas tank is right at the endNow, I'm needing to sin, lying againPumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spendAnd every kid that walk in, cashier turning againSo it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins
[Repeat Chorus]
[Magoo]All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on callHigh dank in my gas tank and eat raw franksGrill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemenAnd I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and ClairborneDon't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fistedBoth arms ready to roll, chrome-wristedI'm past being beserk, I go to workTell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce"With an atrack of Diana Ross playingAnd drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontimeThought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my faceSaid them draws was versache, I thought she had versace
[Repeat Chorus]
"Roll Out"
(feat. Petey Pablo, Smokey) (Playa)
[Intro: Timbaland]Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland
[Timbaland]I be creepin' in backyards, dippin in alley waysMy brother in the 360, I'm in a escaladeWe piled ride high, sittin' on low prosPetey in the back of us, with his range rovBold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the frontNo smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' bluntThis how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rulesWomen in sexy gear, draws down and no shoesThat's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours aliveFor that alcohol is full of, full of surpriseThat's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawlThis here, this here, is that party y'all
[Chorus]Roll Out (ROLL!)Get crunked (ROLL!)Get your girls (ROLL!)Get your boys (ROLL!)Hit the switches (ROLL!)Bring the noise (ROLL!)[panting noises]Roll Out (ROLL!}Get crunked (ROLL!)Get your girls (ROLL!)Get your boys (ROLL!)Hit the switches (ROLL!)Bring the noise (ROLL!)[panting noises]
[Petey Pablo]Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddestRappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classicLayin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automaticTryin' to get past this old couple in a MaverickBeepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazardsG. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin'Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbitSwerve back into traffic, radio blastin'Slammed on the brakes [SKRUT!], ya old bastardTim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back andGirls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glassesWind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the pantiesPolka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fanniesWHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you isTim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here
[Repeat Chorus]
[Smokey]Catch me in a chick, and her name is KimTryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of BimFast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rimLike why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slimI'm out north too, no top on the BenzBig body, too, just like I walked out the gymMan, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the windLook, the needle to the gas tank is right at the endNow, I'm needing to sin, lying againPumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spendAnd every kid that walk in, cashier turning againSo it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins
[Repeat Chorus]
[Magoo]All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on callHigh dank in my gas tank and eat raw franksGrill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemenAnd I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and ClairborneDon't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fistedBoth arms ready to roll, chrome-wristedI'm past being beserk, I go to workTell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce"With an atrack of Diana Ross playingAnd drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontimeThought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my faceSaid them draws was versache, I thought she had versace
[Repeat Chorus]
"Serious" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Serious"
(feat. Petey Pablo)
[Timbaland]Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-whatWha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-whatPut in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo!Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what!Put me in that drank, put me in that thangWhoo! Whoo! Whoo! Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh
Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YOPut me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YOPut me with them clothes, Coogie at the toesTim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOAPut me with them models, put me in new models YOGimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoeYou was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toedYou came in the front, I kick you out the back do'I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?)I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the PocanosWe some down-to-earth fools, who don't act firstWe gettin rowdy and we bust them things yoThat's what you get, for messin with us country folkI'm from V-A and I got it locked yoI'm from V-A and I got it hot yo
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]It's SERIOUS! We came to handle our businessHandle these niggaz, handle these bitchesIt's SERIOUS! Only game we playin is oursAnd we ain't gon' never foul out[repeat 2X]It's SERIOUS!
[Magoo]Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in itPut me in the room, hit her on the bed in itGet me on the corner I'ma sell the whole loadNiggaz try to rock when the nine out unloadUnload my world like a St. Louie RamPut it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?)Y'all fuckin with the ultimateShit in the park punk and now you eatin itRip off your shine, take out the hardest lineYou (?) me actin funny like a ValentineYou fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VAYou niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't sprayUHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whoresA slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouseI know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp foxOne all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Timbaland! I'm that man!Watch that man! Stop that man!Bitch, don't you dare grinNo favors, you been what I beenI'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomaleDon't give a hell what they say or read about meI'm a rich man, invest in stock manI buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white manI move to Atlanta with Country Grammarand move to 'bama with nails and hammersto put the posters on HavannahMove to China to move through minersThen move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-linersI got them cars, I got them thangsI got them planes, I got a whole squad entertainedTimbaland, I'm the manSo ladies.. wave ya hands, what!
[Chorus]
"Serious"
(feat. Petey Pablo)
[Timbaland]Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-whatWha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-whatPut in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo!Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what!Put me in that drank, put me in that thangWhoo! Whoo! Whoo! Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh
Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YOPut me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YOPut me with them clothes, Coogie at the toesTim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOAPut me with them models, put me in new models YOGimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoeYou was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toedYou came in the front, I kick you out the back do'I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?)I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the PocanosWe some down-to-earth fools, who don't act firstWe gettin rowdy and we bust them things yoThat's what you get, for messin with us country folkI'm from V-A and I got it locked yoI'm from V-A and I got it hot yo
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]It's SERIOUS! We came to handle our businessHandle these niggaz, handle these bitchesIt's SERIOUS! Only game we playin is oursAnd we ain't gon' never foul out[repeat 2X]It's SERIOUS!
[Magoo]Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in itPut me in the room, hit her on the bed in itGet me on the corner I'ma sell the whole loadNiggaz try to rock when the nine out unloadUnload my world like a St. Louie RamPut it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?)Y'all fuckin with the ultimateShit in the park punk and now you eatin itRip off your shine, take out the hardest lineYou (?) me actin funny like a ValentineYou fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VAYou niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't sprayUHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whoresA slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouseI know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp foxOne all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Timbaland! I'm that man!Watch that man! Stop that man!Bitch, don't you dare grinNo favors, you been what I beenI'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomaleDon't give a hell what they say or read about meI'm a rich man, invest in stock manI buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white manI move to Atlanta with Country Grammarand move to 'bama with nails and hammersto put the posters on HavannahMove to China to move through minersThen move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-linersI got them cars, I got them thangsI got them planes, I got a whole squad entertainedTimbaland, I'm the manSo ladies.. wave ya hands, what!
[Chorus]
"People Like Myself" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"People Like Myself"
(feat. Static) (Playa)
[Chorus: Timbaland]People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to goI can't go outside without findin some new kinfolksPeople on my left, people on my right, all in my earholeMake be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[repeat Chorus]
[Magoo]It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim BeamBut the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seemI'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?)See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speakAll y'all wanna talk like we used to hangCause I'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fameThat's why I stay out the club, be in the cribSmokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phoneAnd I'm sellin cell phones, all with chipsMy nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?You and your boys can bring the noiseBut I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid!Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-assSit on your face, now you gotta kiss assWho fiend for fame life belong to your fansand haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga)Like I just figure (figure)And my tracks didn't help niggazSo for rememdy I pound niggazLike I keep 'em in DJ's for that new JiggaLike them forty-two GirbaudsI pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next niggaConfirmed by people that she can blowConvinced Booker T she's the next to goNow I'm checkin every joint and every unit I soldOnce I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crewIn the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is throughY'all screamin this is "Nutty Professor: Part II"To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I chooseI can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom CruiseTo a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-throughThe money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkinI'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confessionDown on my knees, beggin to God, show me the pathMy label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in meSick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd failTell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and KelI'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churchesRappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
[Timbaland]Stop, the press!Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdoI don't want your sex, here take your fast food"Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!"Hey girl, I don't even know you"Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue"My momma never ever mentioned youMy momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?
[Chorus: sung by Static - repeat 2X]
"People Like Myself"
(feat. Static) (Playa)
[Chorus: Timbaland]People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to goI can't go outside without findin some new kinfolksPeople on my left, people on my right, all in my earholeMake be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[repeat Chorus]
[Magoo]It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim BeamBut the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seemI'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?)See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speakAll y'all wanna talk like we used to hangCause I'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fameThat's why I stay out the club, be in the cribSmokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phoneAnd I'm sellin cell phones, all with chipsMy nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?You and your boys can bring the noiseBut I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid!Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-assSit on your face, now you gotta kiss assWho fiend for fame life belong to your fansand haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga)Like I just figure (figure)And my tracks didn't help niggazSo for rememdy I pound niggazLike I keep 'em in DJ's for that new JiggaLike them forty-two GirbaudsI pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next niggaConfirmed by people that she can blowConvinced Booker T she's the next to goNow I'm checkin every joint and every unit I soldOnce I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crewIn the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is throughY'all screamin this is "Nutty Professor: Part II"To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I chooseI can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom CruiseTo a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-throughThe money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkinI'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confessionDown on my knees, beggin to God, show me the pathMy label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in meSick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd failTell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and KelI'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churchesRappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
[Timbaland]Stop, the press!Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdoI don't want your sex, here take your fast food"Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!"Hey girl, I don't even know you"Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue"My momma never ever mentioned youMy momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?
[Chorus: sung by Static - repeat 2X]
"Party People" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Party People"
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista)
[Jay-Z]Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uhJigga, ya heard?Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'monUh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geahYo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yeaTurn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like picturesThe niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witchaNigga before long you need stitches in your longjohnsA.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-tEight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot trackHow you gon' stop that? We can't be slowedNiggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothesWhen I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows likeMaceo, leave acey holesThat's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flowRhyme great, dominate your radioC'mon, get your gun, your mask and glovesI don't ask for love, I blast 'em upRespect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dudeDoctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through
[Chorus: Timbaland + (Twista)]All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck)Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)(Get them lighters lit up, make them get upwith somethin the East and West gon' bump)All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)(Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shitthat's beatin in yo' trunk)
[Magoo]Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospitalSittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to himOn a track star beef take it in the kitchenCookin MC's all niggaz taste like chickenHittin 'em high, right in the earSlicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsuckerYou turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dogI'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chickFat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha carYou ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw?Breakin the law, like turnin a dykewhen it come to that man that just like MikeI don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer spaceIf you go to court man, only wish you got a caseFor real, I'm fuckin faced on a hill of iceMag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
[Timbaland]Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats][scatting] - I invented thatHear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the trackRemember "One in a Million" when I left ya backProducers sayin, "How you get your sound like that?"I don't know playa, I'm a creative catGot party people dancin to dis and datGot party people sayin, "This a dope-ass track!"
[Chorus]
[Twista]Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?Stop frontin you bumpin the new cutlike a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gutTwitchin and itchin to get up, I hit 'em upWith some skanless to vibe to and ride towith the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin youGo on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen toSomethin you bump on the porch or the parkOr pump it while you displayin yo' heart when you flex on a markYou can play it to clear your head from drama with the fedsand all the homies like down for when they in the darkUsed to rock up at the block club, players wasn't ridin slickYou can let your mind cruise for milesThey can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the micI'm thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Timbaland].. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow owOw ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake.... bounce wit me, bounce wit me..Shake wit me, shake wit meOw, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit meYo, ahh
Remember when you first found me?I was workin at Burger KingNow take a good look around meLook at all these cars, look at all these girlsWhy you always tryin to put down me?Why you always tryin to put down me?You get 'round your friends and try to clown meWhy you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?I'm gettin tired of all that bullshitAlways talkin dis and datYour girls screamin, "We looove him!"See girls, they LOVE meGirl that's just, only TimYes, it's only TimWhatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?Yeah whatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?Cause
[Timbaland: repeat 2X]I made it this far (this far)Made it without yo' money (yo' money)Made it without yo' car (yo' car)Made it without yo' naggin (what?)Now look who's the star (whoo!)
[Timbaland]YaknowhatI'msayin?Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get itI don't understand itThat's why people like myself, only hang with selfHahaha, and nobody elseEasy now
"Party People"
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista)
[Jay-Z]Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uhJigga, ya heard?Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'monUh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geahYo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yeaTurn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like picturesThe niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witchaNigga before long you need stitches in your longjohnsA.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-tEight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot trackHow you gon' stop that? We can't be slowedNiggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothesWhen I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows likeMaceo, leave acey holesThat's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flowRhyme great, dominate your radioC'mon, get your gun, your mask and glovesI don't ask for love, I blast 'em upRespect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dudeDoctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through
[Chorus: Timbaland + (Twista)]All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck)Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)(Get them lighters lit up, make them get upwith somethin the East and West gon' bump)All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)(Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shitthat's beatin in yo' trunk)
[Magoo]Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospitalSittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to himOn a track star beef take it in the kitchenCookin MC's all niggaz taste like chickenHittin 'em high, right in the earSlicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsuckerYou turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dogI'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chickFat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha carYou ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw?Breakin the law, like turnin a dykewhen it come to that man that just like MikeI don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer spaceIf you go to court man, only wish you got a caseFor real, I'm fuckin faced on a hill of iceMag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
[Timbaland]Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats][scatting] - I invented thatHear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the trackRemember "One in a Million" when I left ya backProducers sayin, "How you get your sound like that?"I don't know playa, I'm a creative catGot party people dancin to dis and datGot party people sayin, "This a dope-ass track!"
[Chorus]
[Twista]Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?Stop frontin you bumpin the new cutlike a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gutTwitchin and itchin to get up, I hit 'em upWith some skanless to vibe to and ride towith the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin youGo on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen toSomethin you bump on the porch or the parkOr pump it while you displayin yo' heart when you flex on a markYou can play it to clear your head from drama with the fedsand all the homies like down for when they in the darkUsed to rock up at the block club, players wasn't ridin slickYou can let your mind cruise for milesThey can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the micI'm thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Timbaland].. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow owOw ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake.... bounce wit me, bounce wit me..Shake wit me, shake wit meOw, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit meYo, ahh
Remember when you first found me?I was workin at Burger KingNow take a good look around meLook at all these cars, look at all these girlsWhy you always tryin to put down me?Why you always tryin to put down me?You get 'round your friends and try to clown meWhy you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?I'm gettin tired of all that bullshitAlways talkin dis and datYour girls screamin, "We looove him!"See girls, they LOVE meGirl that's just, only TimYes, it's only TimWhatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?Yeah whatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?Cause
[Timbaland: repeat 2X]I made it this far (this far)Made it without yo' money (yo' money)Made it without yo' car (yo' car)Made it without yo' naggin (what?)Now look who's the star (whoo!)
[Timbaland]YaknowhatI'msayin?Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get itI don't understand itThat's why people like myself, only hang with selfHahaha, and nobody elseEasy now
"Indian Carpet" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Indian Carpet"
(feat. Static)
[Timbaland]Yo (yo), yo, ay yoTimabaland's flow infamousAllow me to assemble this flow with limitless styleFor all man, woman and innocent childI have no perimeterBreak all barriers in various areasMy sound is mimickedTrack prime minister, some say sinisterNone stoppin the groove until when it'sThe climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hatsAnd followed my drum pattern, but I done thatIt's time to change, get more derangedFeels more strange (doooodooooo)Follow me through gravel and shallow treesFrom mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rainThrough the dream state of utopiaWoke up to the sounds of that man TimbalandFive Mexican bitches scopin usBelly dancin, sayin "hell, he's handsome" in SpanishWe was fine until the subtitles vanishedThen and open fire, totin opiumHigher than I ever been in my lifeHeard cries throughout the night like
[Chorus: Static]Let's get 'em startedWhile they dance on, Indian CarpetC'mon, uhNiggas act retardedWhile they dance on, Indian CarpetC'mon, uhLet's get 'em startedWhile they dance on, Indian Carpet
[Timbaland]Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden ChildT.V. playin like the Poltergeist, must been on overnightI saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to itCould it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to itIn the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful callsAnd I swore I heard a voice say:It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you chooseBut I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits moveI hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruitBut your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produceThen my hallway darkenedI felt a power surge rush throughout my apartmentAnd the glance callin like
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purposeWhen you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreamsI stepped in dog shit and bit Skid Row twiceOnly ice I had put it in my orange SliceWhat you know about livin in a jail when it ain't no barsHandcuffed with no key, world denyin your pleaA third-degree charge when it ain't no crimeTwenty-six years old and I got more timePhone overdue, baby on the way, low payLow rent for your mom, gotta get awaySmoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghettoI'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hatPolo on and Nikes with a gold toothI'm Superman, I can spit from any phone boothYou and your cold ass crew do what you doJust remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu
[Chorus]
"Indian Carpet"
(feat. Static)
[Timbaland]Yo (yo), yo, ay yoTimabaland's flow infamousAllow me to assemble this flow with limitless styleFor all man, woman and innocent childI have no perimeterBreak all barriers in various areasMy sound is mimickedTrack prime minister, some say sinisterNone stoppin the groove until when it'sThe climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hatsAnd followed my drum pattern, but I done thatIt's time to change, get more derangedFeels more strange (doooodooooo)Follow me through gravel and shallow treesFrom mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rainThrough the dream state of utopiaWoke up to the sounds of that man TimbalandFive Mexican bitches scopin usBelly dancin, sayin "hell, he's handsome" in SpanishWe was fine until the subtitles vanishedThen and open fire, totin opiumHigher than I ever been in my lifeHeard cries throughout the night like
[Chorus: Static]Let's get 'em startedWhile they dance on, Indian CarpetC'mon, uhNiggas act retardedWhile they dance on, Indian CarpetC'mon, uhLet's get 'em startedWhile they dance on, Indian Carpet
[Timbaland]Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden ChildT.V. playin like the Poltergeist, must been on overnightI saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to itCould it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to itIn the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful callsAnd I swore I heard a voice say:It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you chooseBut I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits moveI hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruitBut your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produceThen my hallway darkenedI felt a power surge rush throughout my apartmentAnd the glance callin like
[Chorus]
[Magoo]Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purposeWhen you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreamsI stepped in dog shit and bit Skid Row twiceOnly ice I had put it in my orange SliceWhat you know about livin in a jail when it ain't no barsHandcuffed with no key, world denyin your pleaA third-degree charge when it ain't no crimeTwenty-six years old and I got more timePhone overdue, baby on the way, low payLow rent for your mom, gotta get awaySmoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghettoI'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hatPolo on and Nikes with a gold toothI'm Superman, I can spit from any phone boothYou and your cold ass crew do what you doJust remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu
[Chorus]
"It's Your Night" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"It's Your Night"
(feat. Sebastian, Sin)
[Timbaland talking]C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeahHa, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?Whooo!
[Sebastian]From the corner to the dice where we rollin atFor all my homies gettin nice off that cognacTo ghetto chicks who appreciate the CadillacWhen it flip to the normal color like Mike was backNike hats, slightly above your nose and neckChucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and TecsChicks in packs, please, let your weave relaxI'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
[Timbaland]Hey G, I feel you blackBut let me get up in this club and show you how I actI'm a fool when it comes to these party girlsI'm a fool when it comes to this party worldNow ask yourself, now who do beats like me?I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"I'm like Tupac, all eyes on meGot niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok
[Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebodyAnd be real(And just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)Do what you feel(Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit
[Magoo]Must be the first of the monthMag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunkY'all wanna battle we can spit for daysLet up sixteen bars like mayo-naiseSwisher in my mouth, shower cap on my domeAin't in the studio, little shorty I'm homePass the phone, I'm a call all VATell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize
[Sin]Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)I'm a bigger guy, need extra payGive me a bed so I can lay in my EscaladeYou could be black, Puerto Rican or DominicanRoom 219, I don't care, send it inI'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the fiveMake it a six, big bad son of a bitch
[Chorus 2x]
[Magoo]Sin got the Alize from homeGive me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's onAnd peep out my manuscriptMag and Tim party hoes so you gots to stripAnd I ain't playin games when I heartAnd leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher DardenI take about a hour to bustChickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fussTold 'em, "simmer down, you're nextTake my headphones, listen to Funkmaster FlexI'll be about a minute or lessStop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"
[Chorus 2x]
[Timbaland talking to fade]
"It's Your Night"
(feat. Sebastian, Sin)
[Timbaland talking]C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeahHa, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?Whooo!
[Sebastian]From the corner to the dice where we rollin atFor all my homies gettin nice off that cognacTo ghetto chicks who appreciate the CadillacWhen it flip to the normal color like Mike was backNike hats, slightly above your nose and neckChucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and TecsChicks in packs, please, let your weave relaxI'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
[Timbaland]Hey G, I feel you blackBut let me get up in this club and show you how I actI'm a fool when it comes to these party girlsI'm a fool when it comes to this party worldNow ask yourself, now who do beats like me?I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"I'm like Tupac, all eyes on meGot niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok
[Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebodyAnd be real(And just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)Do what you feel(Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit
[Magoo]Must be the first of the monthMag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunkY'all wanna battle we can spit for daysLet up sixteen bars like mayo-naiseSwisher in my mouth, shower cap on my domeAin't in the studio, little shorty I'm homePass the phone, I'm a call all VATell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize
[Sin]Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)I'm a bigger guy, need extra payGive me a bed so I can lay in my EscaladeYou could be black, Puerto Rican or DominicanRoom 219, I don't care, send it inI'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the fiveMake it a six, big bad son of a bitch
[Chorus 2x]
[Magoo]Sin got the Alize from homeGive me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's onAnd peep out my manuscriptMag and Tim party hoes so you gots to stripAnd I ain't playin games when I heartAnd leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher DardenI take about a hour to bustChickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fussTold 'em, "simmer down, you're nextTake my headphones, listen to Funkmaster FlexI'll be about a minute or lessStop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"
[Chorus 2x]
[Timbaland talking to fade]
"All Y'all" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"All Y'all"
(feat. Sebastian, Tweet)
[Timbaland]Uh, feel me?To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'allWe gotta love ya, that's real, uh
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paidWho like to take trips where the sun is shadeTo my women who love to ball outAnd spend all that money 'til ya fall outI feel like a pimp with a different pimp gamewith a different pimp name, with a little pimp fameI'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of thingsEven got a gat loaded for that assI love my mind, love my soul, love my bodyI don't drink or smoke that's why I love my bodyYou might catch me chillin with a little short hottieWith a little piercin on her bodyYes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseasJapenese girls even love my beatsThey say, "Timbaland we love youWe love the dope things that you do"Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"They even call me things like wicked, and the f'n governerThat's why I can't forget y'allThat's why I had to make this roll call, uh
[Chorus - Tweet]This here's for one and allIt's so good to feel all a y'all, ooohMake that move and just ball out, ooohLife's too short for some time out, ooohThis here's for one and allIt's so good to feel all a y'all, ooohMake that move and just ball out, ooohLife's too short for some time out, oooh
[Sebastian]Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently savedfor us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for today)(Sonny, here's a quarter for that groovy arcade)From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the gameSo graphic with thangs, Pac-Man ain't lookin the sameHaters, get more familiar who you robbin for changeSebast', a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the name
[Timbaland]Guess what people, it's the first of the monthGuess what people, I can do what I wantI can take, all my peoples on first class flightsI can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikesI'm a don when it comes to just servin girlsI'm a don so that's why nobody's in my world'Cause Timabaland's that cool catAka Thomas Crown, don't forget that, uh
[Chorus]
[Tweet] I'm just tryna' find what I needBut I'd rather be smokin weed[Magoo] Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot foodLive in a mansion next to Hanson[T] I ain't forgot that I'm from yo' hoodI'm just tryna' be who you would[M] Cause I hate the game, I hate the gloryI could be with y'all, it would be another story[T] You don't know all the things I seenMore than fame and his naked greed[M] They took my cash, take my namePut it up in bright lights, I ain't got a damn right[T] Think I'm chillin and livin largeGirl he's Mag not El DeBarge[M] But I'm a be the man in charge in due timeAll my P-Town folk gettin paid, bottom line
[Chorus]
"All Y'all"
(feat. Sebastian, Tweet)
[Timbaland]Uh, feel me?To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'allWe gotta love ya, that's real, uh
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paidWho like to take trips where the sun is shadeTo my women who love to ball outAnd spend all that money 'til ya fall outI feel like a pimp with a different pimp gamewith a different pimp name, with a little pimp fameI'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of thingsEven got a gat loaded for that assI love my mind, love my soul, love my bodyI don't drink or smoke that's why I love my bodyYou might catch me chillin with a little short hottieWith a little piercin on her bodyYes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseasJapenese girls even love my beatsThey say, "Timbaland we love youWe love the dope things that you do"Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"They even call me things like wicked, and the f'n governerThat's why I can't forget y'allThat's why I had to make this roll call, uh
[Chorus - Tweet]This here's for one and allIt's so good to feel all a y'all, ooohMake that move and just ball out, ooohLife's too short for some time out, ooohThis here's for one and allIt's so good to feel all a y'all, ooohMake that move and just ball out, ooohLife's too short for some time out, oooh
[Sebastian]Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently savedfor us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for today)(Sonny, here's a quarter for that groovy arcade)From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the gameSo graphic with thangs, Pac-Man ain't lookin the sameHaters, get more familiar who you robbin for changeSebast', a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the name
[Timbaland]Guess what people, it's the first of the monthGuess what people, I can do what I wantI can take, all my peoples on first class flightsI can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikesI'm a don when it comes to just servin girlsI'm a don so that's why nobody's in my world'Cause Timabaland's that cool catAka Thomas Crown, don't forget that, uh
[Chorus]
[Tweet] I'm just tryna' find what I needBut I'd rather be smokin weed[Magoo] Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot foodLive in a mansion next to Hanson[T] I ain't forgot that I'm from yo' hoodI'm just tryna' be who you would[M] Cause I hate the game, I hate the gloryI could be with y'all, it would be another story[T] You don't know all the things I seenMore than fame and his naked greed[M] They took my cash, take my namePut it up in bright lights, I ain't got a damn right[T] Think I'm chillin and livin largeGirl he's Mag not El DeBarge[M] But I'm a be the man in charge in due timeAll my P-Town folk gettin paid, bottom line
[Chorus]
"Drop" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Drop"
(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn ClanTimbaland, TimbalandFat Man Scoop, Crooklyn ClanTimbaland, TimbalandWhatever I say, y'all gotta doWhatever I say, y'all gotta doWhatever I say, y'all gotta doY'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
[Timbaland]Awww lord guess who's comingTimbaland A.K.A freaky Phil DrummondWho can get it crunk like me TimbalandOh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat manWeed guaranteed to make the party people bounceFellas say (OH) girls say(ah)Lookin at the cornrows up in the clubGirl don't be bashfull girl back it upThrow it girl like its poking manShake that ass as fast as you canWhite girl shake it like she burning from a sun tanMy dog grip it grab it like it was a soda canWhat you talking bout holding backWhen you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillacWhat you talking bout cutting nigga slackgirl girl you betta bend that back12 my girls roll deep in the clubCant't wait to hit the bar and get that thugWhere my dogs that got more than a hundred bucksCant wait to freak one of the big old buttsBefore we start to turn it outyou must learn to crunk outBefore we start to turn it outYou must first begin to
[Fatman Scoop 2x]Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe outBreathe in Breathe outNow drop now drop now drop now drop
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the pop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighsWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stop
[Magoo]Get your freak on at club(?)We aint put the album out niggas got their leak onI done been up in the club seen a ho with a thongI aint hear good at first she was singing the songShorty rocking donna she was pushing and poppingRed bone with a bop she was stoping and droppingStopping and dropping? Girl, this the part of the song whereYou need be snaking and whoppingSnaking and whopping yeah hoe Mag made the songYall niggas still popping and lockingAint no zone (?) a white girlI aint turbo rocking a damn curlWatch Mag slow while I break you down slowWhen you get it right girl go for what you knowWiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whopWiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whopGet off the wall hands of your ballsYeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ballYou dont want shorty I can show you the danceGone once gone twice you done lost your chanceNow stop for Big Pun stop for Big punDrop for Big L drop for Big L
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the whop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighsWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stop
[Magoo]Guess who came with a cape on his backPulled up with some gin hopped out the CadillacMag is chilling Tim is chillingWhen I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel itGot no game but I got big cashMess around I be leaving this club with Stacey DashI aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmyI'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
[Timbaland]All my shadow people freaky where you atAll my Broadway people freaky where you atWhere my fellas in the back with the carnie actWhere my girls who think they got it like thatAll my ndependent freaky where you atAll my get money dogs freaky where you atWhere my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fastIf you love to sing along nigga holla back
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the whop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighs Now dropWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stopShow me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over
"Drop"
(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn ClanTimbaland, TimbalandFat Man Scoop, Crooklyn ClanTimbaland, TimbalandWhatever I say, y'all gotta doWhatever I say, y'all gotta doWhatever I say, y'all gotta doY'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
[Timbaland]Awww lord guess who's comingTimbaland A.K.A freaky Phil DrummondWho can get it crunk like me TimbalandOh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat manWeed guaranteed to make the party people bounceFellas say (OH) girls say(ah)Lookin at the cornrows up in the clubGirl don't be bashfull girl back it upThrow it girl like its poking manShake that ass as fast as you canWhite girl shake it like she burning from a sun tanMy dog grip it grab it like it was a soda canWhat you talking bout holding backWhen you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillacWhat you talking bout cutting nigga slackgirl girl you betta bend that back12 my girls roll deep in the clubCant't wait to hit the bar and get that thugWhere my dogs that got more than a hundred bucksCant wait to freak one of the big old buttsBefore we start to turn it outyou must learn to crunk outBefore we start to turn it outYou must first begin to
[Fatman Scoop 2x]Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe outBreathe in Breathe outNow drop now drop now drop now drop
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the pop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighsWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stop
[Magoo]Get your freak on at club(?)We aint put the album out niggas got their leak onI done been up in the club seen a ho with a thongI aint hear good at first she was singing the songShorty rocking donna she was pushing and poppingRed bone with a bop she was stoping and droppingStopping and dropping? Girl, this the part of the song whereYou need be snaking and whoppingSnaking and whopping yeah hoe Mag made the songYall niggas still popping and lockingAint no zone (?) a white girlI aint turbo rocking a damn curlWatch Mag slow while I break you down slowWhen you get it right girl go for what you knowWiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whopWiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whopGet off the wall hands of your ballsYeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ballYou dont want shorty I can show you the danceGone once gone twice you done lost your chanceNow stop for Big Pun stop for Big punDrop for Big L drop for Big L
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the whop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighsWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stop
[Magoo]Guess who came with a cape on his backPulled up with some gin hopped out the CadillacMag is chilling Tim is chillingWhen I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel itGot no game but I got big cashMess around I be leaving this club with Stacey DashI aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmyI'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
[Timbaland]All my shadow people freaky where you atAll my Broadway people freaky where you atWhere my fellas in the back with the carnie actWhere my girls who think they got it like thatAll my ndependent freaky where you atAll my get money dogs freaky where you atWhere my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fastIf you love to sing along nigga holla back
[Fatman Scoop]If you got the fattest ass on the block now dropLet a nigga see the coochie pop now dropDo the snake do the freak do the whop now dropYo dont stop dont stopReal eyes down south thighs Now dropWaist line five six seven now dropOne time all in together now dropYo dont stop dont stopShow me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over
"Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix)" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix)"
(feat. Missy)
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp Jumps
[Verse 1: Magoo]
Mag and double-ooh came to move your bodyM-C old school like Lodi DodiWhen you hear Up Jumps Da BoogieDance till you can't and shake your cookiePeople to the left like Mag to defPeople to the right need to clean your breathBigger than my butt, pulled out some cheeseWe the best on the scene since the three degreesAachoo sneezeCool like the breezeMe and Timbaland two Master P'sI hope you bout itCause I been bout itSouth on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)Driven in my '89 MercuryRecord label don't you try to carry meGot some of that project in meGet dem flashback, you besta all flee
[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I'm the dope producer in the industryI'm tired of producers bitin' on my beatsBaby, thats cool, I ain't got no beefBut you must pay me producers feeI am the man with the ill ass soundI got all the execs saying I love that soundTimbaland was next on the agendaA house, some stocks, three zorts for the winterDon't y'all sappy fools get mad at meBecause I became a millionaire in a year times GI thank god for blessing meI give all my thanks to the all mightyNow I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beachNow it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-CThis is the remix to Up Jumps Da BoogieBoogie, woogie, woogieOogie, oogie, oogie
[Verse 3: Missy]
M-C's mad at meBut you better get backI'm bout to ratta-tat-tatTiggy-tigga-tat Lay me flat on my backIn fact, I interact and make the track turn phatYou heard thatHave it, give it to me daddyCut it like confettiI know y'all said mother uuh wasn't readyYou back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatinTimbaland my man, chica my manBeep beepIn the caravan, there go my manMagoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?Is it pissedI make a list, of those who dissWho try to be me cause my style sickeningHe-huhYeah and my phone's ringingBdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmmGone
[Chorus:]
Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)
[Verse 4: Magoo]
Verse number twoTwo verse rhymeWhen I get greens, I gets a dimePeace to god, my neice, to MarioY'all don't know nuthin bout JamarioHuckle Berry FinnI'm country and I'm thinThey make rock eat and buy my black BenzHook it up with tens with candy coatMe and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smokeSmell like butterSalt n' Pepa push me How to be a player squeezin on your tushyMag in a row of all wannabee'sWhen Wimbledon drank all the teasEating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni ToneKeep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boneySee another Rain, unless you know MissyClown suit on so don't you dare diss me
[Verse 5: Timbaland]
Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight barOn this track Maganoo's the starOne of my favorite rapper's Nas EscobarI listen to his tape driving in my carNow let me get back into the grooveTap the person standing next to youTell him or she to move side to sideAnd tell them to keep the party live to live
[Verse 6: Missy]
Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps meGot to move my knees straight down to my feetDown to my hands, clap, clapTell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?Up jumps da boogieBoogie my flowYo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we goY'all to slow to make this kinda doeShoot you don't know, shoot you don't know
[Chorus]
"Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix)"
(feat. Missy)
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp JumpsDa boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogieLike datUp Jumps
[Verse 1: Magoo]
Mag and double-ooh came to move your bodyM-C old school like Lodi DodiWhen you hear Up Jumps Da BoogieDance till you can't and shake your cookiePeople to the left like Mag to defPeople to the right need to clean your breathBigger than my butt, pulled out some cheeseWe the best on the scene since the three degreesAachoo sneezeCool like the breezeMe and Timbaland two Master P'sI hope you bout itCause I been bout itSouth on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)Driven in my '89 MercuryRecord label don't you try to carry meGot some of that project in meGet dem flashback, you besta all flee
[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I'm the dope producer in the industryI'm tired of producers bitin' on my beatsBaby, thats cool, I ain't got no beefBut you must pay me producers feeI am the man with the ill ass soundI got all the execs saying I love that soundTimbaland was next on the agendaA house, some stocks, three zorts for the winterDon't y'all sappy fools get mad at meBecause I became a millionaire in a year times GI thank god for blessing meI give all my thanks to the all mightyNow I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beachNow it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-CThis is the remix to Up Jumps Da BoogieBoogie, woogie, woogieOogie, oogie, oogie
[Verse 3: Missy]
M-C's mad at meBut you better get backI'm bout to ratta-tat-tatTiggy-tigga-tat Lay me flat on my backIn fact, I interact and make the track turn phatYou heard thatHave it, give it to me daddyCut it like confettiI know y'all said mother uuh wasn't readyYou back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatinTimbaland my man, chica my manBeep beepIn the caravan, there go my manMagoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?Is it pissedI make a list, of those who dissWho try to be me cause my style sickeningHe-huhYeah and my phone's ringingBdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmmGone
[Chorus:]
Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps me (say what?)
[Verse 4: Magoo]
Verse number twoTwo verse rhymeWhen I get greens, I gets a dimePeace to god, my neice, to MarioY'all don't know nuthin bout JamarioHuckle Berry FinnI'm country and I'm thinThey make rock eat and buy my black BenzHook it up with tens with candy coatMe and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smokeSmell like butterSalt n' Pepa push me How to be a player squeezin on your tushyMag in a row of all wannabee'sWhen Wimbledon drank all the teasEating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni ToneKeep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boneySee another Rain, unless you know MissyClown suit on so don't you dare diss me
[Verse 5: Timbaland]
Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight barOn this track Maganoo's the starOne of my favorite rapper's Nas EscobarI listen to his tape driving in my carNow let me get back into the grooveTap the person standing next to youTell him or she to move side to sideAnd tell them to keep the party live to live
[Verse 6: Missy]
Up jumps da boogieBoogie jumps meGot to move my knees straight down to my feetDown to my hands, clap, clapTell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?Up jumps da boogieBoogie my flowYo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we goY'all to slow to make this kinda doeShoot you don't know, shoot you don't know
[Chorus]
"Joy" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Joy"
(feat. Ginuwine, Playa)
[Timbaland]Sup party people? HuhHow y'all doin?Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track, hahaLet my man Ginuwine bring it in, like this, uhh
[Ginuwine]I know I sound bold(what's your favorite position?)Not every player's cold, nooo baby(that's a superstition)I'd like to take a hold, of you, baby(ask me for permission)I won't even tell a soul, ohhh(once you feign submission)We'll go on an Isley track, yeahh yeah(would you like that production)and I will massage your back, baby girl(that's called my seduction)I'm headed down this life, soon(listen up my instruction)Baby you need to relax, sit back [sit back]Cause I wanna bring you joy, joyyyyy baby(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Every day, and every night, joyyy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)Yeahh joyyy, c'mon, I wanna give you joy baby(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Joyy, c'mon, joyyy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
I'll say it's lost when you're fast girl(you can't have your perfection)C'mon now girl, baby don't close your eyees ladyyy(cause you see my reflection)And even though I knowww your shineee(make no signs of reflection)I see that you're willing to tryyyy(you're headed in my direction)I wanna bring you joyy, joy joy joy joy joy joy joy(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)You hear me baby, I wanna bring you joy, joyyhoyyyjoy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)[Hah, oooohhhh, like that, hella joy, I got plenty joy]In the morning, joy, joyyyyy, joy(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Joyyy, joy joy, hah(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)[Uhh, uhh uhh]
Out of all my candy coated cooters, you my Almond JoyYou can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a FreakazoidI can't fight the feelin cause the feelin got me fightin fastGimme twenty minutes, I'ma be to see that assCause after the last time, we started fightin fireYou be my Queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your supplierThis ain't no carbon copy hoe this is the real thangYoung mack, on the attack, girl you can't complain
It's gonna be (it's gonna be)Beeee (be be be be be be be be so live)[repeat 4X]
[singers provide "joy... JOY, JOY, JOY" chorus to end]Joy, joy, joyAll about joy to youOhh, joy, joy in the morningIn the evening, joyLate in the midnight hour, joyJoy, joyyohhhohhyjoyAyyayayyyyayy, joyOahahhahahahahah, ahahahahahaha, joyOh oh oh oh oh oh ohJoyy, joyyyyyJoyyyy all the time y'all, joyJoyy, joyyJoyyyyy that you can feelJoyy, joyyAll that we even need is joy y'allJoyy, joyyJust a little bit, just a little bitof joyy, joyy [fades]
"Joy"
(feat. Ginuwine, Playa)
[Timbaland]Sup party people? HuhHow y'all doin?Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track, hahaLet my man Ginuwine bring it in, like this, uhh
[Ginuwine]I know I sound bold(what's your favorite position?)Not every player's cold, nooo baby(that's a superstition)I'd like to take a hold, of you, baby(ask me for permission)I won't even tell a soul, ohhh(once you feign submission)We'll go on an Isley track, yeahh yeah(would you like that production)and I will massage your back, baby girl(that's called my seduction)I'm headed down this life, soon(listen up my instruction)Baby you need to relax, sit back [sit back]Cause I wanna bring you joy, joyyyyy baby(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Every day, and every night, joyyy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)Yeahh joyyy, c'mon, I wanna give you joy baby(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Joyy, c'mon, joyyy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
I'll say it's lost when you're fast girl(you can't have your perfection)C'mon now girl, baby don't close your eyees ladyyy(cause you see my reflection)And even though I knowww your shineee(make no signs of reflection)I see that you're willing to tryyyy(you're headed in my direction)I wanna bring you joyy, joy joy joy joy joy joy joy(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)You hear me baby, I wanna bring you joy, joyyhoyyyjoy(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)[Hah, oooohhhh, like that, hella joy, I got plenty joy]In the morning, joy, joyyyyy, joy(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)Joyyy, joy joy, hah(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)[Uhh, uhh uhh]
Out of all my candy coated cooters, you my Almond JoyYou can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a FreakazoidI can't fight the feelin cause the feelin got me fightin fastGimme twenty minutes, I'ma be to see that assCause after the last time, we started fightin fireYou be my Queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your supplierThis ain't no carbon copy hoe this is the real thangYoung mack, on the attack, girl you can't complain
It's gonna be (it's gonna be)Beeee (be be be be be be be be so live)[repeat 4X]
[singers provide "joy... JOY, JOY, JOY" chorus to end]Joy, joy, joyAll about joy to youOhh, joy, joy in the morningIn the evening, joyLate in the midnight hour, joyJoy, joyyohhhohhyjoyAyyayayyyyayy, joyOahahhahahahahah, ahahahahahaha, joyOh oh oh oh oh oh ohJoyy, joyyyyyJoyyyy all the time y'all, joyJoyy, joyyJoyyyyy that you can feelJoyy, joyyAll that we even need is joy y'allJoyy, joyyJust a little bit, just a little bitof joyy, joyy [fades]
"Man Undercover" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Man Undercover"
(feat. Aaliyah, Missy)
[aaliyah and missy: bridge]say whatyou look good(say it two times)you look good good(say it three times)you look good good good(say it four times)oh oh oh oh good
[verse 1]i,i, like the way, way you get down, down(thats the way i like it)you're the kinda guythat makes my feel prouddon't have to show you're the boy ,ohi, i, like you the way that you are
[chorus]i like my man undercoversmooth dark brothafly to the boneyou don't need no fly jeepto come and scoop meyou can drive what you own(thats the way i like it)a man undercoversmooth black brothafly to the bonedon't need no Gucci sweaterto make you look betteryou can wear what you own
i, i, love, love the way that you smile, smileyou, you the type of guy that got his own styleall i want to do is be with youyou, you got me feelinthe way that i do
[chorus]
[bridge]
[timbaland]we be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep)listenin to this phat L P (L B)lets cruise around the town (the town)i'm diggin you are you diggin meLet's hop on my Harley Dave (Harley Dave)it cost about 20K (20K)what it takes me to persuade (persuade)turn ten night in to day (to day)i never seen a girl (a girl)who hypnotize like you (like you) who walk just like you (like you)who talk just like you (like you)i wanna be your lover (your lover)that ill type brotha (brotha)baby girl baby girl (baby girl)we can keep it undercover
[chorus 1.5x]
"Man Undercover"
(feat. Aaliyah, Missy)
[aaliyah and missy: bridge]say whatyou look good(say it two times)you look good good(say it three times)you look good good good(say it four times)oh oh oh oh good
[verse 1]i,i, like the way, way you get down, down(thats the way i like it)you're the kinda guythat makes my feel prouddon't have to show you're the boy ,ohi, i, like you the way that you are
[chorus]i like my man undercoversmooth dark brothafly to the boneyou don't need no fly jeepto come and scoop meyou can drive what you own(thats the way i like it)a man undercoversmooth black brothafly to the bonedon't need no Gucci sweaterto make you look betteryou can wear what you own
i, i, love, love the way that you smile, smileyou, you the type of guy that got his own styleall i want to do is be with youyou, you got me feelinthe way that i do
[chorus]
[bridge]
[timbaland]we be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep)listenin to this phat L P (L B)lets cruise around the town (the town)i'm diggin you are you diggin meLet's hop on my Harley Dave (Harley Dave)it cost about 20K (20K)what it takes me to persuade (persuade)turn ten night in to day (to day)i never seen a girl (a girl)who hypnotize like you (like you) who walk just like you (like you)who talk just like you (like you)i wanna be your lover (your lover)that ill type brotha (brotha)baby girl baby girl (baby girl)we can keep it undercover
[chorus 1.5x]
"Sex Beat (Interlude)" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Sex Beat (Interlude)"
Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bitLike thisOooh, ahhhhhhI call this here... take off your drawers musicHeheheThis is for the ladiesHahahahDo you hear my voice, ladies?Ladies? HahSee I don't disrespect no womanAs long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?I would never call a girl, that B wordNever call you no hoeAll I wanna do is lick on your toeAnd, pull off your, tight GirbaudsAhhhhhhh, huhAhhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?I already got mineHow bout you pour yourself someKnow what I'm sayin?Alright, like my boyz 112 saidOnly you babyYou know what I'm sayin?But enough for the humpinSay what say what?I'm out
"Sex Beat (Interlude)"
Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bitLike thisOooh, ahhhhhhI call this here... take off your drawers musicHeheheThis is for the ladiesHahahahDo you hear my voice, ladies?Ladies? HahSee I don't disrespect no womanAs long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?I would never call a girl, that B wordNever call you no hoeAll I wanna do is lick on your toeAnd, pull off your, tight GirbaudsAhhhhhhh, huhAhhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?I already got mineHow bout you pour yourself someKnow what I'm sayin?Alright, like my boyz 112 saidOnly you babyYou know what I'm sayin?But enough for the humpinSay what say what?I'm out
"Clock Strikes (Remix)" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Clock Strikes (Remix)"
[Timbaland]Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't overUh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?Dot-dot-dot da party ain't overDiggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't overUh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[Magoo]I'ma kill you all, like O.J.Diss Maganoo, for real you must payListen to the way my rap flow delayHis mama named him Clay, I'ma call him ClayBack of the bus, with Rosa ParksToo much to say, watch my remarksSouth to VA, up side to PhillyY'all be killin me, for real on the reallyRecognize the P, when you see hesport the Kangol with N-I-K-EBreak me off a piece of that, Kit-KatYou do the horse and make your Gucci wetCame through the crowd, heard the brother booinSaid real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?'Don't you know I've been rappin on trackssince back in the days when tapes was eight-trackRelax and jump to it, like Duran DuranBlack as Buckwheat, still get a tanGo over to your girl, hey what's yo' numberYou and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber
[Timbaland]Timbaland, uh-huh, understandKickin the fly beats for all my fly fansNot Peter Piper but, Peter PanBeat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dancePeople wanna know where I where I get my rhythmRhythm, come from, the thing called wisdomWisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-domewhen the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's onPeople already already feelin my grooveNow's the time for, me to show and proveNow it's time to get back to my basic methodRecord and play play play each segment
[chorus]Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hahDo you know what that means?It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop[repeat 2X]Aight?
[Magoo]When it come to flows you best to re-upDiss me to my face, get the taste slapped outRapped out a hit on the plane out to SpainMy mind go in space when I'm kissin on janeCan't Stand the Rain, but, love MissyI rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissyLook for me I'm Chico undercover at the NicoMag and double-ooh got gas from burritoLay you like Frito if you're white then amigoIn my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al PacinoStar in Casino, to a veterinoNot Italia-no, but still gambinoMost of y'all rappers can't do your partI'ma finish up what you all can't startGot no heart I thought on your LPI'm on your radio and on your TV
[chorus 2X]
"Clock Strikes (Remix)"
[Timbaland]Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't overUh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?Dot-dot-dot da party ain't overDiggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't overUh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[Magoo]I'ma kill you all, like O.J.Diss Maganoo, for real you must payListen to the way my rap flow delayHis mama named him Clay, I'ma call him ClayBack of the bus, with Rosa ParksToo much to say, watch my remarksSouth to VA, up side to PhillyY'all be killin me, for real on the reallyRecognize the P, when you see hesport the Kangol with N-I-K-EBreak me off a piece of that, Kit-KatYou do the horse and make your Gucci wetCame through the crowd, heard the brother booinSaid real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?'Don't you know I've been rappin on trackssince back in the days when tapes was eight-trackRelax and jump to it, like Duran DuranBlack as Buckwheat, still get a tanGo over to your girl, hey what's yo' numberYou and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber
[Timbaland]Timbaland, uh-huh, understandKickin the fly beats for all my fly fansNot Peter Piper but, Peter PanBeat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dancePeople wanna know where I where I get my rhythmRhythm, come from, the thing called wisdomWisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-domewhen the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's onPeople already already feelin my grooveNow's the time for, me to show and proveNow it's time to get back to my basic methodRecord and play play play each segment
[chorus]Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hahDo you know what that means?It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop[repeat 2X]Aight?
[Magoo]When it come to flows you best to re-upDiss me to my face, get the taste slapped outRapped out a hit on the plane out to SpainMy mind go in space when I'm kissin on janeCan't Stand the Rain, but, love MissyI rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissyLook for me I'm Chico undercover at the NicoMag and double-ooh got gas from burritoLay you like Frito if you're white then amigoIn my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al PacinoStar in Casino, to a veterinoNot Italia-no, but still gambinoMost of y'all rappers can't do your partI'ma finish up what you all can't startGot no heart I thought on your LPI'm on your radio and on your TV
[chorus 2X]
"Deep In Your Memory" LYRICS TIMBALAND & MAGOO
TIMBALAND & MAGOO LYRICS
"Deep In Your Memory"
[Timbaland]Whas happenin dude?Whatchu thinkin about there?What's goin on? Talk to meI know you're thinkinWhat? Must be a lot on your mindExpress yourself foolTell me what you thinkin about, nigga
[Magoo]Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it togetherWith any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm openStill got balls after vasectomiesMy anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitifulI got no relationships, just hit and then dismissMy sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kissKeep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back upI'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick upButt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas EveWho is God? White the Devil, do you believe?Scratch your head and think about it for a minuteIs my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkinClasses you be takin, let me bring home the baconWe been hoodwinked, bamboozledLed astray, til all our business on rent in late
Somewhere in your mindAnd real deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustratedI'm elated, that keep it real is outdatedGraduated, from PG now I'm X-RatedGlad I made it, left you behind, and you hate itLook into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a personSee I worsen, section eight got to be flirtinFuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivinSurprisin realizin magnetisinThis rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizinGot comments, put replies inNo lies in, if you do your life will need revivinWhen I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm bornI leave the Earth each day to get my soul rebornSo to God I pray, I make it through this dayThis must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day
Somewhere in your mindAnd real deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
[Timbaland]Bring it on it, freak it on it
[Magoo]Child abused, as a childChild Magoo, buck-wildWel-fare, met the cakeToo much sugar, in the Kool-AidMis-fit, un-tilI fucked Jiil, on the hillLook, out, heads, upTo the girls, let's buckLike, night-shade, growsWorkin dope, mind, flowsBut, please, I'm on hotI cook, non-stopStick a pin, in some paperTake notes, play ya laterPraise, God, he, made yaNo, man, but, praiser
Somewhere in your mindWhen you think deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
"Deep In Your Memory"
[Timbaland]Whas happenin dude?Whatchu thinkin about there?What's goin on? Talk to meI know you're thinkinWhat? Must be a lot on your mindExpress yourself foolTell me what you thinkin about, nigga
[Magoo]Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it togetherWith any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm openStill got balls after vasectomiesMy anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitifulI got no relationships, just hit and then dismissMy sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kissKeep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back upI'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick upButt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas EveWho is God? White the Devil, do you believe?Scratch your head and think about it for a minuteIs my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkinClasses you be takin, let me bring home the baconWe been hoodwinked, bamboozledLed astray, til all our business on rent in late
Somewhere in your mindAnd real deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustratedI'm elated, that keep it real is outdatedGraduated, from PG now I'm X-RatedGlad I made it, left you behind, and you hate itLook into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a personSee I worsen, section eight got to be flirtinFuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivinSurprisin realizin magnetisinThis rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizinGot comments, put replies inNo lies in, if you do your life will need revivinWhen I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm bornI leave the Earth each day to get my soul rebornSo to God I pray, I make it through this dayThis must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day
Somewhere in your mindAnd real deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
[Timbaland]Bring it on it, freak it on it
[Magoo]Child abused, as a childChild Magoo, buck-wildWel-fare, met the cakeToo much sugar, in the Kool-AidMis-fit, un-tilI fucked Jiil, on the hillLook, out, heads, upTo the girls, let's buckLike, night-shade, growsWorkin dope, mind, flowsBut, please, I'm on hotI cook, non-stopStick a pin, in some paperTake notes, play ya laterPraise, God, he, made yaNo, man, but, praiser
Somewhere in your mindWhen you think deep in your memoryYou try to hide awayYour true feelings[repeat 2X]
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