If you need some good loving
Call on me
And if you need some good hugging
Call on me baby
I'll be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
If you want some loving
Call on me
And if you want sweet hugging
Call on me baby
No more lonely nights will you be alone
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
I'll be right there
Just as soon as i can
And if i'll be a little bit late
I hope you will understand
If you want some good loving
Call on me
If you need a good loving baby
Call on me baby
Oh i'll be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up that telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
Six three four five seven eight nine
nineteen eighty four
someday they won't let you
now you must agree
the time they are a telling
and the changing isn't free
you read it in the tea leaves
and the reacks are on tv
beware the savage jaw
in nineteen eighty four
they'll split your pretty cranium
and fill it full of air
they'll tell you that you're eighty
and really you won't care
you'll be shooting up on everything
tomorrow's never there
beware the savage jaw
in nineteen eighty four
come see come see
remember me
i played in an all night movie role
you said it would last
but i guess we've enrolled
in nineteen eighty four
who could ask for more
nineteen eighty four
who could ask for more
i'm looking for a vehicle
i'm looking for a ride
i'm looking for a party
i'm looking for a side
i'm looking for a treason
that i knew in sixty five
beware the savage door
in nineteen eighty four
come see come see
remember me
i played in an all night movie role
you said it would last
but i guess we've enrolled
in nineteen eighty four
who could ask for more
nineteen eighty four
who could ask for more
I know you love me baby
But you never tell me so
I know you love me baby
But you never tell me so
If you don't tell me that you love me
I'm gonna pack my rags and go
I live across the street from the jukebox baby
All night long they play the blues
I live across the street from the jukebox baby
All night long they play the blues
Everytime they spin that record
Honey it makes me think of you
One little song in particular baby
Always sticks in my mind
One little song in particular baby
Always sticks in my mind
Everytime they play it baby
I start right into cryin'
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
... Read more »
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
... Read more »
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
... Read more »
[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
... Read more »
(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
