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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