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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