This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland(VA)
See thats my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin bout cream
Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance
It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes
So what nigga
Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything
else){Yeah}
{They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it
Verse 2: Magoo
Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha ... Read more »
Who am I
nigga wit the blunt steady trippin
sippin on the concoction
wit tha drum knockin
head rockin'
betta get off bitches and killas in the front watchin
flowin like I'm finna step or sumthin
I'm just havin' fun
wit my hun
even though it stay bein' work
imma flow until my belly hurt
you niggas rockin' on stage wit tights on and them muscle shirts
betta work
ooh, feels like another who you be
Mr. Shystie
the one that make you frown up like the lemon in my iced tea
tha mutha fucka most likely
to get into it wit tha opposition
or competition
I break'em off when I give'em the heat
steady reefa rollin'
bullets bodies decomposing
anniahalate members who weak
on the Timbaland beat
do you remember the deep
conversation we had
when my Adrenaline was rushin'
[Timbaland]
You see? I think it's time for me put it down..
.. for my females, hahah
I'ma let my females shine on this track
You see? I ain't biased
I ain't racist either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in
[Mocha]
The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit
Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't test it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere
I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air
I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back
Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me
Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)
What cha know about this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough
You can never doubt this, ha? Ha?
[Mocha]
Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
Talk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't keep they eyes
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ive it up... we gon' show, you how we party
[Timbaland (whispering)] Up jumps da boogie (repeat 3X)
(repeat all 4X)
Verse One: Magoo
I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die
Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse Two: Timbaland
I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies
I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia
Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my car do'
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit's off-timin
Verse Three: Missy
I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got
After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott
Me my hot self, my self be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can't stop
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Give it to me daddy and
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Yup, yup like Teddy
Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
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Here we go again
Ha ha, here we go again
Make it hot, uhh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot Mad
Huh, here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(Yo) Skillz
[Mad Skillz]
Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin
Flip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's
What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and
haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and
Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
[Mad Skillz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we don
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[Timbaland:]
I Got A Feeling She Keeps Me In The Dark
I Gotta Get Keep My Eye On Her She Aint'no Walk In The Park
Id Offer This But She Want That She She She Want It All
You See She Wanted To Paint The Picture And Say She My Broad
I Got A Little Tip From Word On The Block People Saying I Shouldn't Get Involved
But I Don' Judge Or And Try To Chage It Cause You Are Who You Are
Im Like The Drug She's Addicted To Me She Can't Leave Me Now
She Always Makin Plans To Date...Then Find Me A Maker Bye Girrll
[Chorus: She Wants Revenge]
Shes Doing Resting On The Hours That Pass Her By
Id Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Fall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A Chance
Watching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The Past
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
[Timbaland:]
I Couldn't Get Rid Of Shawty If Wanted
Cause She Was Down But I Was Tired Of Playin The Role Like I Ain't Know That She Get Around
Something About This Girl Facinates Me Shes The Type That Likes To Hang With The Stars
The Way She Makes Me Feel And Sedates Me Who Knew We Would Take It This Far
Everywhere That I Try To Go She Gotta Wanna Post Up With My Face On It
Soon As I Walk Out The Door There It Is Wanna Postin Up With My Face On It
Can't Blame My Self And Its Not My Fault Cause Nothing Was Promised At Least I Could Say I
Was Honest But Bye Girll
[Chorus: She Wants Revenge]
Shes Doing Resting On The Hours That Pass Her By
Id Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Fall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Sta
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(What cha talkin' 'bout?)
Repeat above throughout intro
[Lil' Man] Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What? Check it out
[Lil' Man]
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to theyself ";Damn!";
People can't realize who the fuck who I am
I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
People don't know what they gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
[Timb]
Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I got that nigga (what what)
>From the ";V";, Static, where you at?
[Static]
Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
[Lil' Man & Timbaland]
1 - What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B
What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no car to take you on a date
I can't even buy you flowers
But together we'll be the perfect soulmates
Talk to me girl
[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go there, you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I want it quick
Can you handle me the way you are?)
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like, I like, I like
[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I ain't got no Visa
I ain't got no Red American Express
We can't go nowhere exotic
It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that love you best
Talk to me girl
[Bridge 2: Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go there, you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I want it quick
Can you handle me the way you are?)
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
[Verse 3: D.O.E.]
Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a house
Listen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float ya boat
So
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[Missy]
Yo yo yo yo
Wah wah wah
Yea yo yo
Wah wah wah wah
Wah wah wah wah (uh huh)
Yo yo
Wah wah wah
[Kelly - Verse One]
I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)
They were
[CHORUS]
Talking on the phone (talking on the phone)
Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man)
Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone)
Callin' him on the phone
[Kelly - Verse Two]
Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slick
They smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky)
You don't know what, what I've been through
I get it first, then I do it
You
[Repeat CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da
Da da, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo yo)
Da da, da da (ficky ficky)
[Missy]
Ficky ficky ficky
S-U-P-A Fly, I'm cute
I, keep yall bitches, chicken like soup
What yall wan' do, I'm not that chick to talk shit
Nor I'm that chick to fuck wit'
Did you hear this?
Did you get this?
Watch Missy flip like an acrobatic
My automatic
Tongue tactic
Flows like this
Be the muthafuckin' shit
(shit echoes)
[Alien voice]
What I need right now
Is for yall
You and Kelly
I need for yall to
To come meet me in space
Now could yall sing that for me again
That first verse
[Kelly]
I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all
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[Tim] It don't stop
[Nas] Can't stop
[Tim] Say what?
[Nas] Play your parts
[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
[Nas] Nas Esco'
[Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh
[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
[Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh
[Tim] It don't stop, what?
[Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts
[Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it
Verse One: Nas
I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use
Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve
Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
I want the dough, fuck the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that
And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'
Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers
With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim
Liver, personification of drama
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it
I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up
Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
Chorus: Nas
Please, to my niggaz
To my bitches, to my gangsters
To my riders, to my niggaz
To my bitches, to my niggaz
To my riders, to my gangsters
To my bitches, to my niggaz
And fly assholes, to my niggaz
To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
[Mad Skillz]
Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats
Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is
born retarded,
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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 that
I got enough heat to take your corners back
And 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 me
I 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 back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans
(Oh) You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I will put heat on the track
Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car chase
Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and don't reappear
I'ma go to the bar and take your
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[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
Now here I go, Timbaland will never bring the same old flow
When the game was mold
I'ma hold my own, look at these women they wanna sing my song
While they sing my song
And they say my name, look at they ready to go and play my games
I'ma pick the one and say it ain't no thing
I'ma get the one that wanna drop that thing
Can you top that thing?
I'ma ride or die, ride through the corners like who am I
Shorty 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 coat
Come here girl let me take your coat
Now I want you drop it to the floor
And she say
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback baby
OH, let me see that throwback baby
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback baby
OH, let me see that throwback baby
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Now shorty take your time
I'ma sip Hennessey while you taste that wine
'Til we both feel fine
Well I, I think I really wanna stay for a while
Bring some of your friends and we can play for a while
Like hide and go get, and when I get you deny
Make you turn around and put them hips in the sky
Fucklin the ways I wanna hit 'til I'm tired
And you could stick around, we can dip for the night
Timbaland, just a man on the go
When we gonna meet again, I just don't know
But I'ma have to stay for the show
I think I wanna see you take the stage once mo'
While I say (say ...)
[Old guy]
Didn't I tell you fo' I left here, don't fool no guitar
And the shit be just tearin me up
Ah, oh
Come on, oh
You bout to witness here, a little chip on my shoulder
Tim & Maganoo
[Timbaland]
Everyone know I'm a beast when it comes to these beats you can copy me but
Nigga (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 count
Nigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured out
Before you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouth
Nigga 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 rope
Don't be surprised if somebody get choked
I'm a problem I told you before, I just couldn't
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(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 ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his range rov
Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes
That's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party y'all
[Chorus]
Roll Out (ROLL!)
Get the cars (ROLL!)
Get your girls (ROLL!)
Get your boys (ROLL!)
Hit the switches (ROLL!)
Bring the noise (ROLL!)
[panting noises]
Roll Out (ROLL!}
Get the cars (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 baddest
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick
Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin'
Thinkin' his c
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To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
Cause it's a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those cut up leaves
Please... can I get a puff? What?
Please... can I get a puff? What?
With my wiatch
Pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat
You can go down
You can go down, go down
You can go down, girl I was just playing around
Now
Back to my focus
Y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker
What?
Chorus:
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
Timbaland (behind the chorus):
Say what?
Ha ha, say what? Say what?
Like dat
Like dat
Like dat nigga
Say what?
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Magoo what?
Magoo:
You know we got plenty of smokin'
Open for pussy pokin'
Clown but we ain't jokin'
2 pound of weed token
Beep me at 12 noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was a juke joint
So you get two dimes
Cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke
So you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
Cause this
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Intro]
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?
(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
(The first verse, bird)
[Timb]
It's a hot Saturday
My little sister's outside
Playin' patty cake (patty cake)
My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)
Wit' the Shake 'n Bake
Magoo got on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no time (time) for the D-Q
I say who-dee-who
[Static]
Pass me the courvoisier
It's a party-yea, it's time to play
I see today is a good day
I'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screen
I may not be the giant but I want that jolly green
I got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You wen
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Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
Hahahah
Do you hear my voice, ladies?
Ladies? Hah
See I don't disrespect no woman
As long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?
I would never call a girl, that B word
Never call you no hoe
All I wanna do is lick on your toe
And, pull off your, tight Girbauds
Ahhhhhhh, huh
Ahhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?
Uh
Uhh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I dont think they ready
Verse 1: Timbaland
Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka
I can rock the U.S. and all of Jamaica
I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle
When it's hot outside I eat popsicles
Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?
I'm throwin a house party and the stars at night
All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts
I'm gonna mingle a little and start to flirt
Baby, don't get an attitude
Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool
I ain't got no time for the silly game
Timb and Maganoo, I got all the game
Chorus:
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Verse 2: Timbaland
Check it, let's take it to another level
One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say ";Don't stop the body rock";
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say ";Don't stop the body rock";
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say ";Don't stop the body rock";
Check it, now I'm back to my basic rhythme
Check out ill ass flow I'm about to give him
I'm a make him dance and make em shake they ass
But not to slow and not to fast
Timbaland ain't got nuthin to prove
I done did five years and pay my due
I got my mine Big E and Big Rodney
Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on m
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I got a plan for you and I
Let's journey across the Virginia skies.
Can i have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pie
May I cut the first slice, so won't you
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Intoxicated with desire,
And you're the dancer, maybe driver, yeah
I'm not afraid, 'cause I'm a rider, yeah
Ain't nothing wrong, feeling right, so won't you
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Oh)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (You make me scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
I love it babe, got me here doing things I`d never do
Can hold me downs, why I'm here making sure, things are up for you (get it)
Like a getaway , for the lights go off, you turn on
I love this place, cause I can hear the echo when you make me ahh
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (If your feeling good)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Let me know)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Show me it feels good)
In the car, at the party
Got his hands, On your body
Don't fight it, Ooh
If you like it, Ooh
In your room, on the rooftop
Feels good, don't stop
Don't fight it, Ooh (Don't you fight it)
If you like it, Ooh (Why don't you)
[Intro:]
Alright
Hey
Clap
Oh
I need you girl (Hey)
I really need you
I need you girl
(Let me tell you something)
I think am getting in charge (yeah)
So feel the party codes (yeah)
With all my Gs in the back (yeah)
Who needs a bodyguard (yeah)
I think I need to...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of...
(Oh, yeah)
I push the party stars (yeah)
They just can't even see me (yeah)
We flame the party hard (yeah)
I think I need to...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Who holds the party strikes
He keeps the party movin'
The club is over packed
Look this can't wait till dawn
(Yeah)
We've got a video (yeah)
I think we are late for our shoot (yeah)
We had our video (yeah)
Hey, these girls ain't cute (yeah)
They want me to do my part (yeah)
But first I gotta...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
[Verse 1:]
A aint got no fillin,
Ama let these niggaz know,
A been killin em wit these beats,
Now am spittin dem killer flows,
Whatcha know bout me dog,
Not a damn thing,
Gotta problem u can c me in da streets dog,
Am on 1 man game,
Dont take this lightly,
If a want u dead its done,
A can make dat hype n b cuts,
Nigga ma bread is long,
A done been both sides of the tracks,
U can say a trained da game,
A lotta niggaz tryna get in ma lane,
Err body askin me da same ol thing, (what they say)
[Chorus: x8]
Oh timbaland,
Where he go run 2?,
(nowhere)
[Verse 2:]
A aint goin nowhere dog,
Ama b right here in ya face,
Cant do it like me dog,
Ya kick drum aint got enough bass,
Dont ever talk bad about me,
U jus might make me mad,
N a jus might c u sumwhere,
N brake ur ass in half,
Its nothin but timbaland in da u strip,
Now am in a whole nother zone,
U can let me do me,
U can do u,
O get popped in ya door,
Hit love on the verge 2 da block,
So recognize da game,
Timbaland aint gonna run mowhere baby,
Timbaland got private planes,
[Chorus: x8]
Oh timbaland,
Where he go run 2?,
(nowhere)
[Verse 3:]
A been around,
Sometime long ago,
A seen da life,
Dont act like u aint seen it b4,
Am listenin dog,
U aint sayin shit,
U can keep on wishin,
U never make a hit,
Yeah a got money,
Take it all from me,
I'mma gon b da same,
U can get a few whips,
U can get a few chips,
U still gon be a lame,
We aint da same my nigga,
Am on some other shit,
I'mma say this plain n simple,
Nigga take this punishment,
Ama take yall on a trip,
Ama take yall on a ride,
And 1 day am gon dip, but a won't be ha
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[Chorus: Timbaland]
People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[repeat Chorus]
[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim Beam
But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem
I'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?)
See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak
All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause I'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib
Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone
And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid!
Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
and 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 niggaz
So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
Like them forty-two Girbauds
I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit I sold
Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew
In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through
Y'all screamin this is ";Nutty Professor: Part II"
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B-Silk in the house!
Hello!
Hello who is this?
This is Ms. Parker
Hey how are you doing baby?
I'm doing fine baby how you feelin?
Ohh it's all jam good what the deal?
I wanna hear, I wanna hear that new song by the Boo boy
and the cartoon character, you know who I'm talkin about
By the Boo boy, and who?
Yeah you know that new joint that's out
Ohh ohh! Magoo and Timbaland!
Yeah whatever you know what I'm talkin about
Ohh OK, well look here check this out
Umm, tonight why don't umm me and you get together
(feat. Jay-Z, Twista)
[Jay-Z]
Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard?
Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Niggaz (?), look at your clothes
When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude
Doctors 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 up
with 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 shit
that's beatin in yo' trunk)
[Magoo]
Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin 'em high, right in the ear
Slicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
I'm at the
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[Timbaland:]
Oh! Two step. Oh!
Let me talk to you girl
[Keri:]
What?
[Timbaland:]
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M.I.A. every single time
The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me
[Keri:]
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me, you're killing you're killing me
and I
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
I cannot escape
no matter what I do
can't get away from you, oh
call me everyday
and that there ain't never cool
getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
you were looking sad and lonely, oh
but that's all it was
just put you in the game
and here you go complainin'
what's up with you?
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me your killing you're killing me
and i
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
[Sebastian:]
like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner
don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh<
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[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I get over heels for someone (I)
That I really can't deal with (deal with)
I want to block her out my mind
But I really can't do it
I tell myself this the last time
I'ma let her do this to me
Whenever we do spend time
I realize that I can't get enough of you
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]
Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus - Patrick Stump]
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Right in the middle
I'm right in the middle
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my only
[Verse 2 - Patrick Stump]
If I could start with words
Cause it's the only hope of feasting I got left
And everything I love about you is a mess
Smash the mirror and break the palm in his hand
(I) want to be better than I am
[Bridge - Patrick Stump (Timbaland)]
(Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your fucking face (Let me say to you)
Wipe that smile off your face (Let me say to you)
[Chorus - Patrick Stump]
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Right in the middle
I'm right in the middle
To be despised
To be loved
To be dreamt of
To be sought
To be inside
I don't care
Be my unholy
My one and my only
[Timbaland]
Dance with me... whaaat?
Dance with me... say what, say what?
Tango with me... say what, say what? (repeat 2X)
Dance with me... say what, say what? (repeat 2X)
Tango with me... say what, say what?
Haha, bring it in
Ooooh, I love what you got on
A tight see-through dress with some green and pink thongs
Word is bond, can I pick you up in my eight-five-oh
Or do you want to pick me up, in your black limo
Here goes, an even-ing that's memorable
A year ago you didn't like me cause I had no dough
Whoa, a black man on a mission, wishin
that your crazy ass would listen, hear bout what you been missin
I know you wanna do it, I know you wanna ride it, my pony
Get on me, bone me, act like you own me
Then I gotta feel your crazy ass out homie, what?
Chorus: Playa
Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby (repeat 4X)
[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
I love you baby, I love you baby what?
I still love you, say what say what?
Uhh, I love you baby, uh uh uh uh I love you baby
What? I love you baby
Tell me how much you love me
[Shaunte]
Tim, come over here and take my address
I undress in a black neglige like Faye Dunaway
Run your fingers through my hair and squeeze my nipples
Love the way you're talkin in my ear like that baby tickles
Later for uptown, no time to go downtown
I'm wild, since you see Club Clit, now take a look around
Dive in, my Billy Ocean, crazy drunk now
Quick to respond, when I cum just keep it there now
move over please, cause you're drivin me nuts
You went past my sugar-wall straight to my guts
I came you cum, you still do amaze me
One of the reasons why, I luv 2 luv ya baby
Chorus
[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Ahh, I love you baby love you baby
Ahh, uhh, I love you bab
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[Intro - Timbaland - talking (echo)]
Uh, ah, haha uh, ah
C'mon, [harmonizing]
What we got right here
Is that feel good music y'all
Uh, [harmonizing], c'mon
[Break - Brandy - w/ ad libs]
When I'm chillin in my neighbor's shade
Watchin the ocean from a balcony
And I love the sound of the waves
And 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 on
Cause I wanna get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I wanna get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (c'mon)
And it feel so good
It's like blood flowin to my veins
([Timbaland:] It's like blood flowin to my veins)
And it feel so good
It'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 at
I 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 clothes
and you'll still decide I love it
Everytime I get 'em a ride
I drop the top, turn the volume up and put it in drive
Me and Aaliyah did +One In A Million+
When Ginuwine dropped +Pony+ was the one that I'm feelin
Hey, we havin a party, come through with your crew
Turn 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 soul
You was there for me, music
I
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[Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh... yo!
Yi-yea, yeah
Yo Timbaland, wh-where Missy at?
(Ha ha, right here Dawg) Geyeah
Uh-huh uh-huh uh
Uh-huh, yaknahmean? (Yeah)
Lobster shrimp nigga, I'm a pimp nigga
Feel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga
Yeah, c'mon
From the gutter to the rich
From holes in my clothes to the most butter shit
How's life, what a bitch
Now I rock ice for the fuck of it
Your wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed
I need privacy I pull up the back shade
Initials on the headrest, it's official
Style so sick I need bedrest, nigga I got issues
(Say what?) I hate fake bitches, ";you gotta wait"; bitches
";I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date"; bitches
(Is that right?) Hot shot niggaz, talk to the cop niggaz
";Money, that's my girl,"; cock block niggaz
See you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggaz
Talk a lot of shit with, no Glock niggaz
It's Jigga baby, let it be known
I'm the king, I could never be dethroned
Thank God
Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)
Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)
Yo, ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all, what?
Call me, fitty plus, niggaz envious
Drop top, Jigga, leave em in the dust
You got a lot of crew, do any of em bust?
Hell no, Jigga off the hook, ";Hello!";
They call me poppy seed, this is hot to me
I got this lock and key, I got cities Under Siege
When I'm in L.A. the
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[Intro: Jay Z]
We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga
Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
You're in the presence of the real
Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
In a whole another reel
If you want to make a movie let me know
It's a whole another film
I suggest you get your dress for the Golden Globes
What you know about Tim
Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM
On the sunset strip
Trying to get high at the sunset, baby don't trip
Hollywood lights, Miami nights
I'm on a motherfucking binge
Just might go and buy a Benz
Or trade a car for your friends
Oh yeah, we playing with them M's
[Hook: Timbaland]
Ridin' down Collins with my entourage following
Just left SoHo headed to the Go-Go
Lap dance for the girls
Let her put her hands on the curves
You ain't about that life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you scurred like skrrt to the crib
What you know about the kid
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing
[Verse 2: Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on vacation
No one killing the game, shit is all for the taking
What the fuck did I stutter? am I being mistaken?
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the makin'
Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a deal
Really do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable timin'
If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em
Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds
If this was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond
I been singing and rapping I make a killin' in both
If i had t
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[aaliyah and missy: bridge]
say what
you 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 guy
that makes my feel proud
don't have to show you're the boy ,oh
i, i, like you the way that you are
[chorus]
i like my man undercover
smooth dark brotha
fly to the bone
you don't need no fly jeep
to come and scoop me
you can drive what you own
(thats the way i like it)
a man undercover
smooth black brotha
fly to the bone
don't need no Gucci sweater
to make you look better
you can wear what you own
i, i, love, love the way that you smile, smile
you, you the type of guy
that got his own style
all i want to do is be with you
you, you got me feelin
the 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)
And we`re back,playing the hottest music on the radio
Cost to cost,worldwatch,sho to sho,sea to sea
I`m your host Kabuka,and youre listening to the hottest radio
station in northern land,w..p
Verse one: (Aaliyah)
What a revelation(lation) youre the reason that I Breath
Any sancriation I can use you as I plese
The only one to tell my story,when words are hard to catch
Of all that comes with fame and glory,you let me rock your best
chorus:(Aaliyah)
oooo
oweee
oooo
oweee
oooo
oweee
oooo ooo
Verse two: (Aaliyah)
Such an sensation(sation) hypnotizing melody
No limitations I can stroke your every key
And you give me that do re mi so and some times double time
And some time love me nice and slow makes me wanna sing this line
chorus:(Aaliyah)
oooo
oweee
oooo
oweee
oooo
oweee
oooo ooo
Verse three:(Timbaland and Aaliyah)
Love me like I love you,dont you love me boo (dont you love me boo)
Love me like I love you,dont you love me boo
I lov ya I lov ya I lov ya I do lov ya,yes I do yes I do
Do you love me(do you love me) do you love me(do you love me):/2
Tonight,tonight
[Ginuwine - Verse One]
You can't fool me girl
I know you well
What's on your mind
It ain't hard to tell
Don't leave me now
Don't play wit' me
Though you think I'm blind
But baby I can see
I saw your eyes
From across the room
You was checkin' me out
And I was scopin' you too
Don't say I'm wrong (What?)
Don't batt those eyes (Huh?)
I'ma call your bluff (Uh-huh)
So baby tell me why(I-I)
[CHORUS x 2]
[Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS]
Tell me why you're standing here (Tell me am I gettin' on your nerves?)
Baby can you keep it real? (Why don't you tell me how you feel?)
Tell me what is on your mind (Tell me am I wastin' my time?)
I've gotta know, baby let me know . . .{People yelling}
[Ginuwine - Verse Two]
Could you answer me girl?
Answer what I said (What?)
You can tell the truth
I'm all in your head, there (Yeah)
And what's wrong wit' that? (Uh-huh)
Are you ashamed of me? (Uh?)
Ah-you can fool your girls (Uh?)
But you can't fool G (Say?)
I saw your eyes (What?)
From across the room (Uh-huh)
You was checkin' me out
I was scopin' you too
Oh I'll turn and walk away
If you deny (I)
But before I go
Could you tell me why?
[Repeat CHORUS x 3]
[Timbaland]
Hey big baby
Hey big baby
Wha's yo name?
Wha's yo name?
How 'bout you
How 'bout you
[Verse: Timbaland]
Hey yall, it's Timbaland with the jump off
I only got forty eight hours before my plane takes off
I got this girl ready to give me some face off
I think I need seven just to make the playoff
But 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 me
There ain't no need for panicking
Chill out, you on a private plane
Just lay your head back to this kirkle bang
Eat some peanuts, sip on some champagne
Your fly mileage go up as you give me brain
This is what Thomas do, piss on my mark then I get back to you
[Chorus] x2
Cause I'm leaving on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Why don't you just call up all your friends
And let's get something started
[Verse: Attitude]
I'm only in town for two days, two nights only
I'm hoping that you wanna spend these two nights on me
I like your home girls you like my homies
We ain't really tryna spend these two night lonely
Shawty, really ain't much I'm asking for
A little conversation, a nice piece of ass to go
I like penetration, how you like it fast or slow?
Only a hip, nobody has to know
She looking at me, weighing up her options
She ready to leave, and go get it poppin'
What could be the fact that I got there
Drop top Benz or that single in the top 10?
I dunno but whatever it is gotta……crunk
She grabbing her liquor, coming out of Prada
I told her I'ma pimp it, I ain't coming out a dollar
Let's go! I'm leaving gonna be out of here tomorrow
[Missy]
Uhh, yo
Uhh.. uhh
Uhh, yo yo
John Blaze, John Blaze
Uhh, uh-huh
Uhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yo
John Blaze, ehehehe
[Aaliyah] + (Missy)
Why can't, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) I'm so amazed/(I'm so amazed)
Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Could it be (uh-huh), you're John Blaze/(John Blaze)
You're John Blaze (uh-huh)
Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah
You're John Blaze (say what?) You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo)
Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way (ehehehe)
You're John Blaze/(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)
Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do you know, what I'm talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)
Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way
All I know (uh-huh), is you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)
You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)
Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah
You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze
(yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John)
Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you're John Blaze)
In every way (say what?)
You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze
[Missy + Aaliyah]
I don't what it is, it's somethin bout you
Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Bla
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[Voice:]
Get Out, You Can't Be In Here, You Have To Get Out.
I Implore You, Please?.. Please?..
You All Going To Die Down Here...
It's Life Or Death, Either One,
The King Is Back, Take Heat And Run,
I Piss And Take A Shit On Ur Beef For Fun,
I Killed The Game, I Aint Even Used A Gun,
Who Better Than Me? Don't Make Me Laugh,
I Run This Shit,They Just Chase My Ass,
I Aint Talkin Shit Nigga, Just Tellin The Facts,
I Think All The Tracks Im Hearin From Niggas Is Whack,
I Be Hearin These Niggas,
What They Say In They Rhymes,
I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine,
I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks,
U Disagree Homie Then Go On And Jump,
U Can Bump Ur Gum,
U Can Say What U Want,
Thats All U Gon Do Cuz Yall Niggas Is Punks,
Im Number One, U Aint Nuthin' But Shit,
When They Need A Hit Im Who They Gon' And Get,
Talk To Me...
[Chorus:]
If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,
If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,
We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,
Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,
Gon' Head
Kill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill Yourself
Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
Kill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Im Tired Of Niggas, Niggas Is Tired,
U Aint A G, I See Bitch In Ur Eyes,
If U Close To Me, U Suposed To Be,
But Most Of U Rap Niggas Is Hoes To Me,
Wherever U From, The Question I Ask,
Is Do U Think I Give A Fuck, Riddle Me That,
Cuz In My Hood And U Jump Into Hell And Back,
This Industry Shit, To Hell Wit That,
I Seen Em Come, I Seen Em Go,
I Doubt If U Can Show Me Sum'in
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[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 flow
Catch me dippin in the banana ten fo'
With my nigga An'twan in VA (c'mon)
Probably hit the high school football game
Salem versus Green Run and that's the shit mayn
After that we gon' meet up at the foodlion (what)
Little Ceasar's pieces motherfuckers ain't tryin
To go against (what), Bridal Creek (uh huh)
Keep talkin nigga you'll get found in that creek (oh)
And that's how we do it in the Va Beach(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 Va Beach (uh, 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, Magoo
Ah, can't forget AI, AI
We comin straight outta VA
Like that homie (homie)
[Timbaland]
Sup party people? Huh
How y'all doin?
Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track, haha
Let 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 Joy
You can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a Freakazoid
I can't fight the feelin cause the feel
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You better get that thong lookin back like a chick of what don't hold back
cause you know ya want it and a thug don't fight I just walk fight but there is
a few things ya need a learn you must learn to breathe in breathe out breathe
feat. Sebastian, Sin)
[Timbaland talking]
C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah
Ha, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?
Whooo!
[Sebastian]
From the corner to the dice where we rollin at
For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac
To ghetto chicks who appreciate the Cadillac
When it flip to the normal color like Mike was back
Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck
Chucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and Tecs
Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax
I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
[Timbaland]
Hey G, I feel you black
But let me get up in this club and show you how I act
I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls
I'm a fool when it comes to this party world
Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me?
I was the one that gave you ";Hey Papi";
I'm like Tupac, all eyes on me
Got 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 somebody
And 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 month
Mag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunk
Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days
Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise
Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome
Ain't in the studio, little shorty I'm home
Pass the phone, I'm a call all VA
Tell 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 pay
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[DJ Law]
Live and direct from the land of VA
It's Buddha radio, Buddha Brothers in your area
causin mass hysteria, your man cool DJ Law on the set
[Big B]
Aiyyo I'm Big B rollin and sparkin and kickin shoutouts
Gotta say whattup to Miss Missy out there
Big up to Magoo
Gotta say big up Nickie and Playa, all representin Vi. Beach
[DJ Law]
Word is bond, settin you up for the big breakdown
Buddha Brothers ain't no others now and forever
Yo this is that new joint from my man Timbaland
and son let me tell ya it's SMOKIN
Tim ya large boy!
Buddha radio peep it
[Timbaland]
What
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Ha ha, de de, de de, day
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Got da, ha ha, he he, hay
I got more women that Willy Wonka got choco-late
My pocket gets fatter than Jacob on twenty Ladders
All that matters is my rhyme style gets fatter
As the, jam, goes
Three years I waited, my rhyme style got constipated
It finally came in, F'd around and got debated
Glad I made it, out of the ghetto
My rhyme style is heavy, it comes out smooth, and kind of subtle
Whaaat??
Whaaat?? Kaiser back at you one mo' gen
Bringin to you all my friends
[Timbaland]
Ahh! Whoa! Feel it? Ugh!
This here is one of those joints you just ride out
Get your thoughts together
"GG" talk to me
[Candice "Gg" Nelson]
I like you cuz you are above average
So I might do things you don't understand
But I like to correct your bad habits
Cuz I want to make you an honest man
[Timbaland]
Huh! I got some precise questions bout my past life
Wondering why we so close to buildings on this last flight
Pray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the door
DMC above like Jason falling to the floor
My mind can carry of a picture perfect
Of my Aunt Mary
Her face in the mirror like she wasn't burried
I 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 sweats
What gets the real time wondering where Aaliyah at
I got a wife that watch another girl give me neck
Fix my lunch with plastic wrap up on my pita bread
I'll bite my tongue but she's so outspoken
To that box of Saran bust her head wide open
Handcuffs open my fists go up for Eminem
And when he's walking out his courtcase
I'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 inside
All you think about fuck paying bills
You ignore em' you gone drink it out
That's the way that I feel as I am writing this
Sit back roll up a blunt take some delight in this
You been invited to a piece of my sanity
And vanity is absent does that weaken the man in me
My fantasy on side man reality bit
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Lets Go, Uh Uh Yeah
Yes Indeed Ladiez N Gentlemen
By All Means
From New York
The Biggest Drastik
Bald Headed King
Dj EEEEEEESSS - NS
Trip My Man
Timbaland
Magoo
Another Funk Stacey Joint
Word Up
C'Mon
Yeah Uh Uh
Uh Uh
New York New York C'mon
ATL Durty South C'mon
L A Cats C'Mon, D C Cats C'Mon
East Coast West Coast
SNS C'Mon
Tim Rpt 2x
Who Keep Ya Jumpin
Who Keep Ya Heads Bangin In All Those Party's
Who Keep Ya Droppin Them Bows
[Timbaland]
Yo (yo), yo, ay yo
Timabaland's flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man, woman and innocent child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when it's
The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but I done that
It's time to change, get more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man Timbaland
Five Mexican bitches scopin us
Belly dancin, sayin ";hell, he's handsome"; in Spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire, totin opium
Higher than I ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like
[Chorus: Static]
Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
[Timbaland]
Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden Child
T.V. playin like the Poltergeist, must been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it
Could it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful calls
And I swore I heard a voice say:
It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush thr
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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 (andaar aja)
Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)
I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)
Ooo da da doo da da doo da doo (sing it to me)
Tumse humaara milan tha (sing it to me)
Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)
zara sa chuumloon toh 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
(na jaane kyoon me tumse bhoolana jaa)
Letz get it on 2nite. y wait 4 2morra?
(come on timmy show me how bad u r)
Aaja soniye, meiney pyar kiya, o
I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)
Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)
I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)
Ooo da da doo da da doo da doo (sing it to me)
Tumse humaara milan tha (sing it to me)
Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)
zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
(abhi toh bataana mai kya karoon?)
Baby u sure u wanna sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fu
Fuck around wit a nigga & end up on top of u
(dil keheta hai zindagi hai to)
U werent tha first best believe fo sho theres been a few
(come on mag-n-oo becuz im feelin u)
Aaja soniye, purr karta hoon, O
I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)
Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)
I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tumse humaara milan tha (sing it to me)
Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)
zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but i cant understand a word your sayin)
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What is someone like you doin in a place like this'
Say Did you come alone or did you bring all your friends'
Say whats your name , What are you drinking
Think I know what are you thinking
Baby whats your sign tell me yours and ill tell you mine
Say What is someone like you doin in a place like this
Ill never be the same if we ever meet agaian
Ooohhh wont you get away
This we goo got mee sooo kiss me soo ohh
Hold me tight , never let me go
Ill never be the same if we ever meet agaian
Do you come here much' I swear ive seen your face before
You don’t see me pass but I cant help to want you more more
Baby tel mel whats youre history I shine don’t you worry
I put it with my eye I wouldn’t leave you here tonight
do you come here much' ive gotta see your face some more
(some more caause baby i)
Ill never be the same if we ever meet agaian
Ooohhh wont you get away ( if we ever meet again)
This we goo got mee sooo kiss me soo ohh
Hold me tight , never let me go
Ill never be the same if we ever meet again
Every every every day yeaah
I ve got so much more to say
I wont let you go away
every evry every evry
ive got so much more to say
if we ever meet if we ever meet
Ill never be the same if we ever meet agaian
Ooohhh wont you get awaaay ( if we ever meet again)
Ill never be the same if we ever meet agaian
Ooohhh wont you get awaaay ( if we ever meet again)
This we goo got mee sooo kiss me soo ohh
Hold me tight , never let me go
Ill never be the same if we ever meet again
This we goo got mee sooo kiss me soo ohh
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(feat. Mad Skillz, Ms. Jade)
(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you)
[Timbaland]
Ah - c'mon, ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's goin down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla!! C'mon ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon..
Guess who's back it's your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Hon - 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 heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
You heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillacs
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you-oooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you, in time
[Magoo]
I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillin
What more can I say? Top billin
Niggaz got the feelin I'm wack and I fell off
Said 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 fame
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hash
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin 'em in the trash
[Ms. Jade]
Mag I wreckon you right, but i
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It's Tim and Maganoo again, uh
It's Tim and Maganoo again, ah, ah
It's Tim and Maganoo again
Let me talk to ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I remember those days when I was holdin back
When Star Crunch was a popular snack
Would you buy you that, sneak the rest in my nuts
You know that Johnny Appleseed and that frozen cup
We 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 meetings
Live right just like the deacons and backslide on the weekend
Now things change, not just your new love
See you never used to trip off material stuff
So I ain't mad at dude cause he rimmed up his truck
Just mad at you, you clumsy klutz
And it's no suprise how I'm feelin inside
So the only thing you ever probably did for my eye
Used to tears in the bucket, I hope you dummies loved it
Although it's over, you still my soldier (my soldier)
[Chorus - Timbaland]
Cause I got love for ya
Can I get a hug from ya?
I'm not tryna point the finger and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just tryna take them burdens off of ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
[Verse 2 - Magoo]
I first met ya at the strip club
Instead of one, had to give ya two dubs
Right from sight baby, I was past love
It must be the fact, opposites attract
Do the addition, it's a one on one thing, and I'ma lace you with bling
Cause the way you make me feel is an incredible thing
But you had to hurt me, made love to my best friend
But just like "Chucky" I'ma stay 't
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[Lil' Man]
This goes out, uh huh
It goes out, uh huh
To all the B-Biters, huh? What?
Timbaland got something to say ya'll
Check him out
This is the lil' man speaking right now
Yo, Timbaland, kick it
[Timb]
If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner
You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a million like Aaliyah
Burn like Gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
>From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between
Timbo I even bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
You know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
I get it on
[Lil' Man]
Can you get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
Now point 'em out (Um hmm)
Can we get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
Now point 'em out (Um hmm)
[Timb]
I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)
Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)
Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)
Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)
Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)
Outside production on Coko and Total
Fugitive w
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[Verse 1: Timbaland]
I'll be with you on your way to work
When your car turns on, you'll probably hear me
You can't run your car without me (Without me)
Want a deal, costs you a hundred G's
I am, I am
[Chorus: Static]
I am music
I'm melodies and harmonies
Stereo and mono
On the radio, the radio
I said I am music
I'm simply dope beats
Intros and drum rolls
On the radio, the radio
[Verse 2: Static]
I'll meet you at a summer jam
I'm with you PM or AM
I'll work out with you when you're at the gym
And when you clean the house, I'll be in the den
Cuz I am
[Chorus 2: Static & Timbaland]
I am music
Melodies, harmonies
Mono, stereo, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am music
Simply dope beats
Tempos, drum rolls, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
(Wyclef: good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not here
Life ain't been the same for me
Li Li I miss you very much
I 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 life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over the time B
They don't wanna know me, they wanna know my G's
Li I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more (yeah)
I got a plan, I wonder how far it can go
I demand the best for myself, that's all I know
I, done seen the world become
Products of a revolution that we begun (yeah)
Make me wanna split a swisher, I need me one
They keep on coping more deed than one
That's why I say ..
[Break - Timbaland]
I know you like my shoes, cause you walkin my shoes
And would you be prepared to see (would ya?)
A life full of money and a life full of girls
But a heart that's really in deed (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know y'all really envy(ooo)
I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my corner
But I gotta grab onto Li
So I must ..
[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]
Hey, Timbaland you gotta hold on (hold on)
But you got to be strong
the pains 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
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[Timbaland - talking]
Uh, what's up girl
Why you trippin on me?
I thought we was past that
Feel me?
Alright let me talk to ya, uh
[Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs]
C'mon baby what's the hold up
You carryin me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)
C'mon baby what's the hold up
You carryin me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why 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 wall
And I think of them times when you was lickin my balls
I never came in your face, you said you hated the taste
That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate
You comfortable now? You need your toes massaged
I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da barges
With your favorite song, you need to take off the thong
Go head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrong
We could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smile
I'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection
See I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrific
It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" things
I 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 love
And I told her, don't hurt me again
Actin like the vaughn a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back then
Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen
Crackers, pimp juice, and my cran
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[Playa]
1 - Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the UHH and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight
[Magoo]
If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can ";hoo"; to my blow
Then fish but please honey child, don't kiss
All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club
Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub
I'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a job
Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever
Go downtown, ";Well I never";
[Timbaland]
Uh, uh
Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)
She said this, and he said that
And he said that Timbaland can't rap
But I don't care because I make dope tracks
I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that
Timbaland, where you live at?
VA baby, believe dat
[Missy]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Now I'm rich, I once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
Out the back for touchin' my back
For trying to jack every Timbaland track
Maganoo, where you was?
They been bitin'
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Hey baby girl, looking all grown up
I wanna know where did you come from
The heat begin to ..i warm up
And we’re about to go in plane…
Let’s party hard, and just move something
The vibe is right and it goes, goes, goes on like you
Chorus:
Such a beautiful crowd
We’re standing on chairs with our hands up in the air
Girls getting real loud
They’re blowing in the wind
We’re standing on chairWith the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
If you’re standing on them soft couch cushions
Careful not to break your concentration
Maintain sexy as she maintains balance
Balance, if you fall, baby girl it won’t be cute at all
Drinking, you look me roughly in the eye
Only comes dancing, holding on…
Plus you’re the music, plus you’re the light,
…equals one hell of a night, and now i’m talking about
Chorus:
Such a beautiful crowd
We’re standing on chairs with our hands up in the air
Girls getting real loud
They’re blowing in the wind
We’re standing on chair with the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
With the hands up in the air
I got my eyes closed
Jumping up and down, baby i’m…
I got my eyes closed
Listen to the sounds so hypnotizing
And i bet before the night in
I won’t find one…
Take her home, get it the next morning
Baby girl, give me that one more… before you go!
I got my eyes closed (baby i got my)
I got my eyes closed (baby i got my)
I got my eyes closed (baby i got my)
[Timbaland]
Is it going? Is it going?
Is it going? Is it going?
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
ooooh
yupper
[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye
I'm real as it come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope
I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami
Amnesty International got Bangkok to Montauk on lock
love my ass and my abs in the video of "Promiscuous"
My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous, 'diculous, 'diculous
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]
When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands
I get a half a mil' for my beats, you get a couple gra-an-and
Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan
I'm a real producer and you just a piano man
Your songs don't top the charts, I heard 'em, I'm not a fa-an-an
Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
Somebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can
[Nelly + (Justin)]
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
[Timbaland]
What? Can y'all feel this? (repeat 4X)
Ooh Snap!
My head throbbin
As I ride in my 3-4-8 mobbin
Listen to the buddha brothers
6 to 10 there aint no other
Playin my favorite jams
On 1-0-3 Jams
I got my man Big D, Big Rodney
In case somebody want to rob me
We going to Military Circle (echo Circle)
Virginia's tight that's why they gotta keep a curfew (echo curfew)
It's time to get something to eat
Oh snap, there's my man Kumbalee
And my girl Missy
Who she role wit? Who she be wit? Who she role wit? Who she be wit?
Total, Da Brat, Lil Kim, Lil Cease and Puffy
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight
Chorus:
I can feel it (8X)
Timbaland (behind the chorus)
What?
Yeah, yeah
What?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me baby?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me?
[Timbaland]
Jimmy D turn my scale up
Give me that boom da boom whaeeeeeeerrrrr
It's time to change my style, my rythym, my ism, my prism, my beat manurism
Gee, where's my lack of fear?
My five-thousand and one gear, Missy baby you oughtta hear
Like next year, your album bigger each day
It rolls like a queen size waterbad, uh
The people in the label's chillin
As Timbaland is making a big killin
What? uh What? uh
Of money baby
Check it out
Chorus
Timbaland (behind the chorus):
What?
I can feel it
Can you feel it?
Throw your hands up
Ludacris (verse 1)
I be that ni**a named Luda a.k.a. L-O-V-A, L-O-V-A f**k that s**t ni**a what u
wanna say one time, south side lets ride. And if u like what u do, so what ya
feel then I know u gone mark my word cuz y'all drop s**t like birds then it's
about that time 4 ya a** to get served. Just lay it on down, just lay it on
down while we relax to the type raps and the tight tracks that that ni**a
Timbaland put down. Oh yes!letz get it on down to tha nitty grit don't have no
time 4 tha petty s**t cuz I got mo d**k then a lil bit. And time fly's when I'm
havin fun, I can make a ho get like Forrest Gump and just run baby run. I guess
that they can't handle it this brotha's just to scandoluz if u don't wanna get
freaked get up out my just like ina ambulance. Getti up getti up ride on to tha
real and let death tell the fate and tell ya boyfriend just to chill don't
playa hate sit back relax and take ofy ya shoes while I gotta tell ya what I
wants to do (uh ohhhhhhhhh) yea.
(chorus) Let me touch it(let me touch it) let me feel it(let me feel it) like
me grab it( let me grab it)fat rabbit ( fat rabbit) REPEAT.
Fatter the fat facts like a dub sack showin them where that luvs at so open up
ya eye's and get a surprise like in cracka jacks. Punan don happy givin up that
nappy dug out get tha cut up then I cut out why u dtandin there with ya but out
(whoooo) and it's alwayz in the back of my mind wherever the place whenever the
time even in college park after dark Imma get that sunshine. Closer then close
closer then most then I'm all up in ya 4 beginna give me a thigh, breast, and
leg, like Mrs. Winner. and let dinner b served can I get it ona platter shatter
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Fantasy (oh) it could be (oh) couldn't we
(I was just thinkin? ? about you)
Wildest thing, (you have) ever dreamed (boy)
(So what will it be?)
[Verse:]
Just lookin? at you shorty lights a flame inside (inside),
I’m wonderin if you can come and help put out the fire (fire),
But you can get at me baby, tell me what you like
Cause I can be your all boy, I can be your love toy
If you ain't busy baby, I’m all yours tonight (tonight),
Let imagination take us for a field in minds
Travellin? in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life,
That no ones ever seen yet, can I?.
[Hook:]
Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse:]
Cuz think of all the tasty things that we can try (try),
The karma you can have being within Money can buy
(ho ho ho ho)
We aint even gotta keep it quiet, boy all my walls are sound proof,
I can scream your name boo (oh)
Let me tell ya house (how), we will not disturb,
I found a place our Neighbors.. you get all that you deserve,
boy I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve,
to come see what if feels like, can I ?
[Hook:]
Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever
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(feat. Fatman Scoop)
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
[Timbaland]
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh my nigga Scoop A.K.A fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cant't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
you must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
[Fatman Scoop 2x]
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
[Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
[Magoo]
Get your freak on at club(?)
W
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[Timbaland]
Yau [echo 2x Yau]
They still won't give me my props
Now I'm pissed off
Y'all will see the other side of me
Come on
Like this
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a nigga didn't make his entry
Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy
But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt me
To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me
When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me
Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
Let my music not really be confused with anybody
'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime
then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
and the mic happens ring with the nine
if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind
I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
and if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a nigga didn't make his entry
Niggaz would be making th
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Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
1 2 3 4 (Spanish)
In the club ..
You are offending me
I am offending you
Celebrate bitch what it do
I am on the ocean .. got a ..
Pack a full golden tokens
Mission and hoping
Grab that … sipping sipping on …
Everybody more tranchilo
What they call that asi no
Let’s .. hit the mall
That’s .. cliff and jump off
You are afraid of heights
Let me know we can take that flight
Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
Jump on bring it back o
Girl for you never had a hoe
And I party party real hard
Love when they start the shit of
And you say you don’t do shit
And you love it when the base hit
Bom bom bom
Baby like a kitty cat
…where your .. I knew you could come
.. like that is the underground world
They love it when they drop that
Give it to them
Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Work it push up on it
But don’t hurt it
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
Be cool be easy
Don’t tease me
Be cool be easy
Just please me
Don’t hurt it don’t hurt it
If you want to serve it
You have to work it baby
Don’t hurt it don’t hurt it
If you want to ser
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[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Champagne kinda night
All the way turning, coming down
Everything coming right
Can't nothing hold us down
I got you all in
Drunk, tripping off the sound
True you came here to get down
[Pre-Chorus: Timbaland]
I dig the vibe that you feeling
Girl and I'm feeling it
Forget tomorrow let's live in night
[Chorus: Timbaland]
This could last forever
We can go whatever
Oh it don't get no better
It don't get no better
Oh it don't get no better
It don't get no better
[Verse 2: Mila J]
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
Champagne kinda night
All the way I know turn it down
Everything feeling right
Me and my girls we own the town
You got me all bad
Super faded off the ground
All that I give it get down
[Pre-Chorus: Timbaland & Mila J]
I dig the vibe that you feeling
Boy and I'm feeling it
Forget tomorrow let's live in night
[Chorus: Timbaland & Mila J]
This could last forever
We can go whatever
Oh it don't get no better
It don't get no better
Oh it don't get no better
It don't get no better
[Outro]
This is fab
This is fab
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
It don't get no better
[Timbaland]
Whas happenin dude?
Whatchu thinkin about there?
What's goin on? Talk to me
I know you're thinkin
What? Must be a lot on your mind
Express yourself fool
Tell me what you thinkin about, nigga
[Magoo]
Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it together
With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open
Still got balls after vasectomies
My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss
My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up
I'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up
Butt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?
You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin
Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked, bamboozled
Led astray, til all our business on rent in late
Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)
Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustrated
I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated
Graduated, from PG now I'm X-Rated
Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it
Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person
See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin
Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?
Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivin
Surprisin realizin magnetisin
This rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizin
Got comments, put replies in
No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin
When I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm born
I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn
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[Intro: Missy Elliott]
We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well 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 Missy
Like 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 and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So 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 matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very free
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Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid You
I Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You
Thinkin You Can See The King, When You Unofficial
You Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I'll Launch These Missiles
I'm A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit Up
We Aint Like Them Other Fools, Who Dont Compare To Us
All The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It Up
But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up
When My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On Board
They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours
I Get Respect Homie All Across The Board
I Get A Quarter Mill A Track Without An Award
Ever Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See Me
In The Street I Hold My Ground Like I'm Concrete
I Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get Deep
I'm Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep
(Nigga)
[Chorus]
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See Me
You Know Where I'm At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me [x2]
[50 Cent]
Nigga You Violate I Regulate Rat Tat Tat
Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech
Run and A Bullseye Form on Your Back
It's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload Cut A Nigga Quick
Ye My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy Shit
Nigga Thats What I see Through
You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherfucker I Eat You
You Food And I'm In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer Fly
Nigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die
Your Choice, You Choose
I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot
Nigga.. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek
You Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes Close
Your Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop,
Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider
P89 Ye I Let My To
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[Magoo]
See, them other crews could not figure me
It's the Mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD
Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt Philly
Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin chili
Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly
Maybe I'm Nicole Brown, cause you really kill me
Got away with hittin me, but you ain't O.J.
I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay
When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee
This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't Kool Moe Dee
Watch a movie now you think that you really Joe Pesci
You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy
[Timbaland]
I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland
I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van
You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance
Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man?
They call robber, cause I pack much heat
Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speaks
I'm like a genie, because I've been trapped in a bottle
I've got more stunts, than that nigga Desperado
Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun
no sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? Uhh uhh
My offices hours are nine to five
Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right... right
Chorus: Magoo
When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin, through the night
Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!)
Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!)
(repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)
[Timbaland]
Now gimme that...
And run with the... (AHH)
Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo
As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse too
[Magoo]
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[1 Life]
Live, huh? Yeah
Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much
When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much
Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah
I don't care if they crackin' down
I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns
[Babe Blue]
Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
Pass the crown to the new female king
This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
[1 Life]
Like the end of the world
We put it all to a stop and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
And you go against us and you all gonna flop
When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
[All]
1 - Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what what)
Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what)
Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what what)
Can't nobody do it like y'all do
(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around
Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now
For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing drunk
(Say what?)
[Babe Blue]
We don't care who we toast in here
We get you for how much you g
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[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
This goes out
For all the people
That think I couldn't make it again
See what I'm sayin
We're back at y'all
Third time, (heh heh)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatin
Penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin
I hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hard
Got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor
Gimme 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 magic
That make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)
I actin gorilla with it, my game savage
You should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
Can you do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
(OW!)
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
(OW!) (hu-huh)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Still spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)
Even though my neck and wrist all glossy
And my truck
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What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question:
Who be the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It's mob official
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin' it
What y'all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y'all in p-town
Know about this
What y'All in Hoviay
Know about this
Check it out
I'm ya p-town hit man
I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
I told you that I'm project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci
don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me
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C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the
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Ahhhhhhhhhh (carries on through) [Punjabi Chick]
Yeah [Timbaland]
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Mere Gaan (My life or My Love)
Mere Gaan
Come on [Timbaland]
Ooooooooooo (carries on through)
Ye Diwanagi
Huh? [Timbaland]
Na roke kubi (May this infactuation never end)
Mere Gaan
Mere Gaan
Yeah [Timbaland]
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back [Timbaland]
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Bring it Back [Timbaland]
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back [Timbaland]
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Break it down [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
Say What? [Timbaland]
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me Why)
Haah! [Timbaland]
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
Ah ha ha ha
Fricky fricky dumm [DJ scratch noise...Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
Haah! [Timbaland]
Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
Haah! [Timbaland]
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
O! [Timbaland]
Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
Fricky fricky ahh [DJ scratch beatbox again...Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick]
There aint no way in the world im gonna leave you baby [Timbaland]
Owwwwwwhoooooo
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Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell ya
You got me feining for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna to start
And where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]
Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]
Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga (heart with a man)? fo sho
In the back of my mind, girl you infidel
Even though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chest
Role play you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you, when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]
Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey! Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
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Girl when you're with me, you know we ball
For sure
And baby every time I have a ball
With you
So I made reservations for, this special day
Baby
Baby bring your baby oil, and your lingerie
C'mon
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
All for you, all for you
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahahahah, yeah yeah yeah
Whoahowhoa, ahh yeah
I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for you
That's how I brought myself to buy this expensive room
Let's do it in the jacuzzi
On the balcony, baby, whoahhahhh
Girl let's enjoy this special night
Cause the bill's on me
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
Whoo! Do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby!
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
I'm what you want, I'm what you need
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor
Let's get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed
Back on the rug - back on the rug
In the tub - in the tub
I perform - I perform
Anywhere - anywhere
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor
Let's get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed
Back on the rug - back on the rug
Or in the tub - or in the tub
I'll perform - I'll perform
Anywhere - anywhere
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Now
How many people want to, huh
learn this method I have with these beats?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Now
How many songs I'm gonna hear on the radio that sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of....
Maganoo aka Magoo word
You know what I'm saying? I'm putting this man down
Cause he got it like that, don't bite him
And of course Missy Elliott
We put it down like that for the 9-7
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap over it
Magoo can rap over it, but I can let him rap over it
Cause I got my man Jimmie D
On that engineer board
And we do this like everyday, all day 24 hours
You know what I'm saying making this money
I aint got to rap,all i got to do is talk on this track
And you will still buy it, you know what I'm sayin?
It's like that
So Missy tell em what I'm gonna say
[Missy]
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Vroooooooom (I got em baby)
Beep, beep, beep, beep (Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep)
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologizes, it's too late
Woahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah
I'm holding your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground...
Timbaland]
Uh, feel me?
To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all
We gotta love ya, that's real, uh
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paid
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade
To my women who love to ball out
And spend all that money 'til ya fall out
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game
with a different pimp name, with a little pimp fame
I'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things
Even got a gat loaded for that ass
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie
With a little piercin on her body
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love my beats
They say, ";Timbaland we love you
We 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 governer
That's why I can't forget y'all
That's why I had to make this roll call, uh
[Chorus - Tweet]
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some time out, oooh
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some time out, oooh
[Sebastian]
Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently saved
for 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 game
So graphic with thangs, Pac-Man ain'
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Oh
Well well well well, mmm
Oh ho oh oh oh ho oh
Mmm, mmm, uh uh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yea
Verse One
Tell me why you trippin', out on me, mm
Everytime I wanna hang out
You get mad at me
Why can't I do the things, that I like to do, mmm
Why can't you put your trust in me
Like I put my trust in you
Even if I'm...
Chorus
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
Verse Two
Why you wanna argue with me, all the time?
Even when I'm out with my girls
You be on my mind
Why can't you sit down
And understand
That no matter where I be, or where I am
I let them know that you're my man, you're my man
Chorus
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
Bridge
No one but you
I'll be coming home to you
No one but you
Even if it's after two
Run the track
Ooh, it's it's so funky (yes it is)
It's it's so funky (15 after da hour baby)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (something always happens)
It's it's so funky
Ooh, it's it's so funky (it's oh so funky)
It's it's so funky (check it out)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (Maganoo and Timbaland, check it out in stores)
Timbaland:
It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
Or you'll have to pick it up by 11
Wait a minute I got a meeting at 6
I can't pick it up by 7-ish
Therefore I must pick wait until tomorrow
Go to my man and ask if I can borrow
200 or 100 chips
If I get them then I dip
Now it's about 9:15
Got a page from my girl Misdemean
Timbaland I need you to meet me out in Queens
While you on your way don't forgetto bring
My sunglasses and my show-jack
Don't forget da gat and the cigarettes
It's about 10:15
Call on my cell it's this fine beauty queen
Timbaland make my body hot, make it steam
Shit, it's 11:15
Got another call from another beauty queen
But I can't hit, got to see Misdemean
Here I am out in the middle of Queens
Damn near about 1:15
Now I'm leaving Queens about 3:15
Hopin I can hit one of my queens
So I hit about 7:15
Then I finish at 9:15
Tell her to wake me up at 10:15
But she wakes me up at 11:15
Know what I mean I'm late for weezie
15 after da hour, it's kinda cheezie
Magoo:
Early in the morn, 8:15
Jump in the tub, rub-a-dub, get clean
Rap the listine I got from Misdemean
9:15 dressed in all green
Dip to the parking lot
Look what I got
10:15 meet Tim at the spot
We can make i
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DJ Paul:
Say hello to three 6 mafia got the stick up with the mask we be watchin ya know
im quick to biggy bang bang a rookie huh trip you like a cookie for you sayin
yo ass is movin too fast
Gangsta Boo:
You got this lady Gangsta boo comin' to you with a whole bunch of shit that's
gonna fuck yo ass up nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga get buck wild in dis
muthafucka let me see ya do ya stuff
Juicy J:
Will blast if we muthafuckina have to tie ya body up with the strings from your
tennis shoes juicy j in the house puffin on a light kool those that wanna step
to the click its a murder fool
Crunchy Black:
Who i be'z crunchy black you will know who i am once i come up from the back
kickin do's makin ho's lay it down cuz i gotta keep my muthafuckin prophet black
Lord Infamous:
I'm the nigga lord infamous the scarecrow demons be dancin roun my throne i
dont know why everytime i see yo face i wanna spread like rome bring it on jones
Chorus: DJ Paul (4x)
These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
DJ Paul:
These niggaz got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the glock, or pop your jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people flip when I'm comin', got some of 'em sick at the stomach
They wonder what I brought in, they wonder what I got comin'
Niggaz I'm comin' like this, off in your mouth like a bitch
Test me when you think I'm in, I'm bringing water, I'll start it
Juicy J:
What's this
It's that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, cause you know I'm holdin' rank
When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint
Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin' birds
Runnin' from the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you wanna punk me out, pop these niggaz in they grill
Chorus: DJ Paul (2x)
Crunchy Black:
I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode
I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill boy
All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the Ki's at
K
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Juicy J)Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what I'm sayin
We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets
Yeah right
Yeah motherfuckin' respect
Chorus x4
Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's)
Who got dem tech's (Who dot dem techs)
Throw yo motherfuckin' sett
To show you know you got respect
(Juicy J)
We's creepin' through your hood
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump
With them doubts somebody hear shots
Got you shakin'
Call the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams
Triple 6 niggas are mean
When they blast them triple beams
Seem to me you never learn
So we have to demonstrate
Motherfuck a murder case
Shot the bitch off in his face
Face it hoe and be a man
Play the game until the end
You was out there claimin' killa
So to hell, with your friends
All your foes, I suppose
You think I'ma let you live
No love words never show
So not love is what I give
Get respect off in these streets
Stayin' real, packin' heat
Some don't wanna see me have
Always out tryin' to creep
On the next, do I flex
With them techs, Let em' kill
Those with anna on your chest
We gon' make your blood spill
We for reall off in this shit
If you jump we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your head
And lay your body in the ground
Chorus x4
(Project Pat)
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin'
And askin', for that fuckin' loot
And then I'm dashin', harrassi
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Lord Infamous)I felt the need for the weed
The smoke of game
They set the cheese
Just for me
The (?) p-urity
The B to the U
Da da da D
The weed
Get me shotgun
Oh please
Oh please
Not chicken feet
The chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Me need to cruise we gotta have it
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Like savage
We we we wanna
The marijuana
Oh we gonners
Yo man I'm gonna
Go round the corner
Get right on ah ah ah ah sack
I need contact I need it bad
Some wackiness
Just just like that gon' crack yo neck
We weed a comin'
You move to slow take care of dat
Who got the hay
Who got the hay
What do they say
Across the street
I'm goin' crazy lookin' for the ink
I take a quarter
Fill it to the border of that mat
Where da bud at
Chorus
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud we looking for the bud
Where is the bud we looking for the bud Ugh
Where is the bud we looking for the bud
(Lord Infamous)
They call me lord Infamous
But you can call me Scarecrow
I need me some red hair
Chicken or some indo
And I need a couple of quarts of something
So I can get full
We smoken the ink
We get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up
We takin' them hard pulls
You'll get a wiff
When you sniff up in the air
We smoke bud anywhere
Yeah bitch we don't care
Cause when we get the urge
To buy us some chronic
Manne a nigga must campaign
Couds up in the brain
Fool that cheefa got me hype
Oh
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(Lord Infamous)
The ganja I'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas is scopin'
The (?) is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The Scarecrow
The sicker
The Snizote I'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's (?)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily fuckin' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on then
Big bizness bitch
No money on m
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[DJ Paul]
Hey man, put the needle on the record man
Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black
This shit bump dog
[Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
This motherfucking room (static)
I can't take (static)
Tossed Out, These Bitches (static)
I'm bout to Overload
I'm bout to kill a boy
All I (record scratch) 3x
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Lay, lay, lay on yo back
Lay, lay on yo back
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All On this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
[Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, Yeah I steal
Yeah I put ya body in a field
I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
Hustlin out here, understand my skill
This money gotta be made, made to the grave
Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
Pay what they way, pay what they make
Don't makes no difference, I gotta get paid
Nigga, hustlin, out here on the streets
Tip toe down nigga, I ain't tryin to be beat
koopsta knicca he lookin for da bud
gangsta boo she lookin for da bud
juicy j he lookin for da bud
d.j. paul he lookinn for the bud
lord informous he lookin for da bud
my nigga cruncy blac he lokin for the bud
(gangsta boo)
i'm lookin for dat bud so a nigga can get high.
i'm smoking dat calli ghetty green dat shit is da fie.(fire)
a nigga dat's stout azz hell and stay smokin on dat green.
i fuck wit dat bud bitch if you no just what i mean.
straight from dat black haven area in dat memphis thang.
i roll wit dem killas and dat's da realiest of dat mane.
a trigga nigga bitch chiefin weed like a heata hoe.
i had so much goody until bitch i just don't want no mo.(more)
flickin through black haven sittin back ridin on dubs.
but don't come round me unless you lookin for da bud
(chorus)where is da bud, where is da bud,where is da bud, where is da bud ,
where is da bud, where da bud, where is da bud,where is da bud.
(lord informous)
i'm smokin dat good shit.
that will make me take yo bitch.
make her wanna give up her clit.
and take a puff of dat shit.
Juicy J (Big Gipp):
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the B's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' cuckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous:
In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
Crunchy Black:
What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
Chorus x4
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high
(DJ Paul)
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty Three 6 Mafia
We smokers there to chain
Give a shot
Of that cocaine to the brain
Gotta get high
Gotta get high
To a motherfuckin' that especially
Don't hear me
But I can keep a smile on my drugs
And you cheap ass thugs
You hoes don't feel me
(Crunchy Blac)
Watcha got down in your trunk
(Juicy J)
Nothin' but leaves and bags of weed
Somethin' to keep you off your feet
Make you crawl around on knees
If you slang a
Then grab a pound
If you a smoker
Fool don't get wild
Are you fucked up
So what
What's up
Sip on some beer and black and mild
(Crunchy Blac)
I'm so high
All I smell like smoke
Yeah that motherfuckin' green
Yeah that god damn dope
You be hopin'
When you see me
I'm gon' roll you some
But ain't gon' foll none
(Gangsta Boo)
I'm smokin' on some blunts
Bigger than some of you rappers royalty checks
Never been mistaken
I'm the lady that be like
Quick to get up in your shit
Freaky when I'm high
That's the plan
Now understand my nig
Fuckin' move your man
Cause his ass wanna get with this
Chorus x4
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
(Juicy ";J";)
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might dissapear
(DJ Paul)
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your weak ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah I know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty
Just to think you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga
Now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch
Chorus x4
(Lord Infamous)
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
We should hypnotize
Instagater fight
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the Gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep til it's judgement night
(La Chat)
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your biz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
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Hook]
'Cause bitch we shoot 'em first
We don't ask questions later
We're Triple 6, Triple 6 fuckin' haters
And it's on if you niggaz
Wanna bring it to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe
[Gangsta Boo]
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can bump out
And be featured on a hit
Radio the love my songs
Ballin' niggaz love my thongs
If you wanna go to war
I suggest you bring it on, nigga
I ain't no little girl
I been down in the streets
Remember me Hillcrest
Nigga reppin' BAZ
Shoot a finger fuck a spot
Niggaz drop, niggaz drop
But everybody in the club
Lookin' hard nigga he ain't hot
We be cold froze wrists
Got you bitches in a blitz
Mad 'cause I be hanging 'round
Them niggaz in the triple six
Bitches wanna say this
Bitch I ain't stuntin' you
I be on the charts blowin' up
Bitch look at you
Niggaz be mad
Actin' like some fuckin hoes
If you can't stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch
[Hook 2X]
[Crunchy Black]
Niggaz talk shit
Well they might as well talk shit
Talk this
When I bring that fuckin' chalk bitch
And put your body in a body bag or somethin'
And drop your bitch ass off in a river my cousin
You should've never played the dozens
With a nigga like me
It be C fuckin' B
And I'm hard to be
Niggaz talk a lot of shit
But I promise you dog
I'm a blast at your ass
And let the gun revolve
Niggaz always tryin' to be real hard
Niggaz
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DJ Paul: talking}
yeah nigga
the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch
I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall now nigga
now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga
{Juicy J}
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
LOCK em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
{Crunchy Black}
we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x2)
{DJ Paul}
like thisssssssssss
now in my city its so real in my city its so fake
got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate
got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the tape
but them the ones who want the streets so they start to evaporate
that's why them niggas ain't around no more
cause them niggas could sell no more
without the Hypnotize or the Prophet nigga you is no more
got plaques up on my walls
got twenties on my cars
keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you
I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga
{Juicy J}
can you niggas feel my pain
catch me standing in the rain
holding on a rusty 2
bout to act a fuckin fool
is the 6 the devil though
make you wanna powder your nose
have you smoking hydro weed
satisfaction guaranteed
bucking wild and throwing signs
knowing these niggas done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
when we cock them thangs and shoot
thinking somebody had seen my face
now I'm gonna catch a murder case
just gonna beat him round for round and leave him in the river
Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got (??)
DKNY
And I'ma tell you what they do to get it, bitch
Chorus x8
Watcha do, watcha do
(Scarecrow)
Bitch don't play dumb
Stick out your tongue
And let me take a plunge
For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb
I got yum-yum
At night you have nice dreams
Bout' spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me
Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it
I can tell you get excited
I'm gon' spank it
Put your head up under the blanket
It's the tightest
A Mafia, so play it to the Triple 6 to the tre'
Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree
(Gangsta Boo)
You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time I turn around
You punk is in the booty
Is it hard to pick em' out
Hell na
I'm on the top of that
All real hoes know a nigga that lick on the cat
That's a fact
Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass nigga
Fuck screwin' it
Little Peter Pipter
these playas for the pussy eaters
Got you rock hard
After my nut you's a dick beater
Chorus x8
(Juicy J)
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
lay on the bed
And give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train
First Find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag
To hide the hoe face
(DJ Paul)
It's bout 2-0-9
I'm ridin' Viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky
Cause I
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[Hook - repeat 4x]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high
[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin shit
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain't even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it's near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I'm telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain't no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin' a fool
Mad with a fuckin mug
Loadin' up my 38 slug
Head spinnin' from the killing
And head full with nothin' but drugs
[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya'll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can't be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes
i cant not stop i keep on busting my gun
i cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm
this ain't no sitcom ,yo income
fool i have you seeing
mask on my face so no idenity they seeing
the enemies me and the six triple triple six
picture beeing face to face wit the forty bitch
one gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe
44 in the middle bitch your life is said
chorus
(La chat&Juicy J)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong
verse1
(Juicy J)
Yeah she freaky freaky deeky did ya see her in a bikini
porno movies we got plenty and you know they smoke them beanies
for this chick you might be feanin for you virgins nuthin but dreamin
if she stuck up i'm like wut up i aint got nuthin but lent and pennies
tell yo boyfriend cut tha crappin heard he got that fire ass cappin
always wearin that shiny white gold tellin everybody it's platinum
don't you groupies hate on juicy actin like you never knew me
aint the one be droppin dollars i'm just out ta get tha chewin
now she fuckin one of my niggas pimp the hoe we comb tha trigga
watchin us on b.e.t and chillin wit our nigga tigga
why they dated i aint hatin got a call from sally payton
now i'm gamin on this hizzoe took her out real latey latey
pushin bently's ridin caddy's when she see me call me daddy heard she like ta
cheef on chronic roll it up and hit this cali you fuck my bitch i fuck yo
bitch thats the way it is in showbiz make for sho that freak you don't kiss
keep that spray for smelly fishes.
chorus
(la chat&juicy j)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong,i need my car fixed, bitch u got da game wrong,my
baby need some shoes,hoe u got da game wrong,i wanna go out tonight,bitch u got
da game wrong, man he just my friend, hoe u got da game wrong.
verse2
(Dj Paul)
Bitch drop that purse like it's hot i&#
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its gonna be a deadly night
kinda silent
kinda violent as we stroll
theses niggas got ammo
but i found out thats the way it goes
the triple 6 mafia be like quick to ride on some tricks
while smokin on mega blunts
hoe we take care of our business
the Koopsta the Knicca the ciz ap peela is on the scene.
the diznevil's daughter gangsta boo be lookin so so mean
call up crunchy black
get tha gats
let then bustas know
fuckin wit triple 6 you young bitches
you gotta go
the cali the hunted
the tricks that want it I buck down
the killa man DJ Paul the g with the evil frown
these niggas be talkin shit about who and who they don't like
[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin'the wrong way main.
[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
Look,we about to go I 255,[yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm
saying?
What you gone do?
[Fiend]
Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you
F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shitSleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do?
[Lord Infamous]
Infamous I'm leavin brain dustI'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes
Chorus:
FiendIf I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go
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Talking]
Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring
Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha
Chorus One: {D.J. Paul}
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me feel
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring, let me see
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel your tongue ring
{Juicy 'J'}
Me and my niggas train yo' bitch
stole the price and stang yo' bitch
all you did was take a shot
and ball the fist to close the fist
kiss it at the mall of memph
hold the hands and love the shit
hope you ain't no ecstasy
don't you know she used to trip
open the door to pop the crespt
to take your time to fucking sex
Neva will I wear that sweatah
knowing she'd be chewing peckahs
all my boys the more the better
not a week but when you met her
spits the swallow while she asks
thats as if you gon' eat me now
{D.J. Paul}
Now nigga (nigga) what ?
What the fuck ?
Im all about them freaky hoes
that like to suck
them broads wit' them booty blowin'
now thats the business
I let this kinda camera for show
be my witness
them boys wit the can't block it
get them round
wit' them boys that cap rocket
drink some crown with it
niggas wit some videos
or some college hoes
that playin' hard to get
but they the freakiest (freakiest)
Chorus Two: {DJ Paul}
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring
Let me feel let me feel let me feel your tongue ring<
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If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
[Gangsta Boo]
I think I finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plans, I find myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons came again
People don't you worry cause the Devil's Daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of fog
Never fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up trick
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through Black Haven, deep as hell in that suburban, man
Always watchin my back
Cause niggaz will jack you for your fuckin shit
?Female? I am, but don't give a damn
If I split some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 Mafia niggazz includin 1 female
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness of the cut of North Memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin time 201 for the crime
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(DJ Paul) [Verse 1]
I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest
Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in'
Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'
Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
[Verse 2] (Juicy J)
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around
Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
(Chorus 2X)
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
[Verse 3] (Project Pat)
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya
Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ???
No hesi
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