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from Aaliyah (2001)
Miss You
(Chorus) It's been too long and I'm lost without you What am I gonna do? Said I been needin' you, wantin' you (Said I need you) Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes I miss you (Verse 1) Off to college Since you went away Straight from high school You up and left me We were close friends Also lovers Did everything For one another Now you're gone and I'm lost without you here now But I know I gotta live and make it somehow Come back...to me Can you...feel me (Callin') Hear me...callin' (For you) For you...'Cause it's (Chorus) It's been too long and I'm lost without you What am I gonna do? Said I been needin' you, wantin' you Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes I miss you (Verse 2) Now I'm sittin' here Thinkin' 'bout you And the days we used to share It's drivin' me crazy I don't know what to do I'm just wonderin' if you still care I don't wanna let you know That it's killin' me I know you got another life you gotta concentrate baby Come back...to me Can you...feel me (Callin') Hear me...callin' (For you) For you...'Cause it's (Chorus 2x) It's been too long and I'm lost without you What am I gonna do? Said I been needin' you, wantin' you Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes I miss you (Bridge) I...can't...breathe...no...more Since you went away I Don't really feel like talkin' No one here to love me Baby do you understand me I can't do or be without you (Chorus 3x) It's been too long and I'm lost without you (Tell me what I'm gonna do) What am I gonna do? Said I been needin' you, wantin' you Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes I miss you |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
laughing
ahhh... Erica Kane.. oh, oh, oh, Erica Kane She back on the streets and for the night Fill you grief She cuts like a knife Make you do things that no others could do She'll turn a professor into a fool Oh, she ain't hard to get, the girl gets around Those that she's met are destined to drown She'll make you change like you'll never believe She'll turn a working man into a thief,oh chorus: She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica (She's Erica) She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Yo,yo she's Erica, Erica, Erica, She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane She's back on the block She's at it again She'll be your friend as long as you spend I know she's torn whole families apart She'll shoot a poison arrow straight through your heart Oh, this is the day of Erica Kane There's nothing to loose, more for her to gain She'll make an honest man steal from his folks And drain a millionare until he goes broke Chorus2x I really don't think that you should mess around (I really wish you wouldn't mess around) Cuz all she will do is bring you down (All that she can do is bring you down) And there's nothing for you to gain (There's nothing for you to gain) And she goes by this name: She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica (She's Erica) She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Yo,yo she's Erica, Erica, Erica, She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica (She's Erica) She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Yo,yo she's Erica, Erica, Erica, She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica Erica Kane |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Verse - 1
Did you sleep on the wrong side? I'm catching a bad vibe And it's contagious, What's the latest? Speak your heart, Don't bite your tongue Don't get it twisted, Don't misuse it What's your problem? Lets resolve We can solve, What's the causes? It's official, You got issues I got issues, but I know I miss you Chorus - 1 Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should be blamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Will we remain? You need a resolution, I need a resolution, We need a resolution, We have so much confusion. Verse - 2 I want to know: Where were you last night? I fell asleep on the couch, I thought we were going out I want to know: Were your fingers broke? If you had let me know, I wouldn't have put on my clothes I want to know: Where'd you go instead? Cause it was 4 in the morning, When you crept back in the bed I want to know: What was in your head? Or what was in my head? Am I supposed to change? Chorus - 2 Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should be blamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? And will we remain? You need a resolution, I need a resolution, We need a resolution, We have so much confusion. Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? and who should be blamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed? Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change? Who should be hurt? Will we remain? You need a resolution, I need a resolution, We need a resolution, We have so much confusion. Bridge - Aaliyah Baby let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will) Rap - Timbaland Girl holla!! You give me bits and pieces You tryna blame me when I don't even know the reason I think it's just the season, Maybe the month, Maybe the building Now tell me what's the reason? Stupid yo? Looks are deceiving So, cut the crying, Cut the coughing, Cut the weazing, Girl Quit the blaming, Cut the naming, Cut the sleeping, Girl I think you need some prayer, Better call the deacon, Girl So, get your act right or else We won't be speaking, Girl So, what's it gonna be? Fikifiki... Me and you? Or is it gonna be who blames who? I'm tired of these things, I'm tired of these scars I think I'm gonna |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap
I know you can come better Can come better than that So you can kill all that loose rap hehehe. . . babygirl How many times I tell you don't come to me? You bring me all of that jealousy Cause you got envy (Don't hate me baby) Talk smack behind my back And then when you see me To try to come up and talk to me (Don't talk to me) I'm not saying nothing, nothing I know you can come better Can come better than that I don't want all that loose rap You can keep that I know you can come better Can come better than that I'm sick and tired of the loose rap You can save that So many times you guys would come step to me I guess you call yourself booking me But do I look easy? (Well, It Ain't) Well, it never hurts to try I just might let you call me I hope you don't plan on buggin' me That would be ugly I know you can come better Can come better than that I don't want all that loose rap You can keep that I know you can come better Can come better than that I'm sick and tired of the loose rap You can save that I know you can come better Can come better than that So you can kill all the loose rap You can quit that I know you can come better Can come better than that So you can stop all your loose rap, Your loose rap So many times I hear trying to knock my crew Well, we've got something for all the fools It ain't just rhythm and blues If you just quit trying to compete (Yeah) No telling what you could be Might even be doper than me, I doubt it I know you can come better Can come better than that I don't want all that loose rap You can keep that I know you can come better Can come better than that I'm sick and tired of the loose rap You can save that I know you can come better Can come better than that I don't want all that loose rap You can keep that I know you can come better Can come better than that I'm sick and tired of the loose rap You can save that |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Boy You Know You Make Me Float
Boy You Really Get Me High I Feel Like I'm On Dope Cause You Send Me On A Wrecking Ball Boy You Gotta Stroke Before Drifting Me Deeper Your There Now Hold Me Close Boy Let's Take This Overboard Now I Want You To (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat (Work It In The Middle) Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions (Now Stroke It Baby) Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Ooooh Baby I Love Your Stroke Cause You, Cause You Get Me To Where I'm Going In A Jury You'll Get My Vote Cause I Believe, I Believe You Know Just What You Doing Now Plan Our Weekend Coast Let's Do It In A Hurry That's Too Slow Go Ahead And Put That Thing In Over Drive I Want You To (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat (Work It In The Middle) Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions (Now Stroke It Baby) Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me I Want You To (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat (Work It In The Middle) Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions (Now Stroke It Baby) Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me I Need You To Use Yourself Like You Never Ever Used It Before To Explore My Body Until You Reach The Shore You'll Be Calling, Calling For More (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat (Work It In The Middle) Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions (Now Stroke It Baby) Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me I Want You To (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat (Work It In The Middle) Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions (Now Stroke It Baby) Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Work The Middle, Work The Middle Work The Middle, Work The Middle (Change Positions For Me) Change Positions, Do Positions Do Positions, Do Positions Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me Stroke It For Me, Stroke It For Me (Rock The Boat) Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat Rock The Boat, Rock The Boat |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Passion, Instant
Sweat me, Feel me Cupid's shot me My heartbeat's racing Tempt me, Drive me Feels so exiting Thought of highly It's yours entirely I'll be I'll be more than a lover More than a woman More than your lover I'll be I'll be more than another More than a woman More than another I'll be (I'll be more) More than your lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than your lover I'll be (I'll be more) More than a lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than another Midnight grindin' My heartrate's climbin' You go, I go Cause we share pillows Taste me, Feed me There's still no separating Morning massages With new bones in your closet I'll be I'll be more than a lover More than a woman More than your lover I said i'll be I'll be I'll be more than another More than a woman More than another I'll be (I'll be more) More than your lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than your lover I'm gonna be (I'll be more) More than a lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than another I don't think your ready I don't think your ready for this thing For this thing I don't think your ready for this thing You're Not Ready I don't think your ready for this thing This thing, This thing I don't think your ready for this thing Constant pressures No scale can measure Secret treasures Keeps on getting better Do you wanna roll with me? We can go to foreign lands Your hand in my hand Do you wanna ride with me? We can be like Bonnie & Clyde Be by your side I'll be more than a lover More than a woman More than your lover I'll be more than another More than a woman More than another (I'll be more) More than your lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than your lover (I'll be more) more than a lover (More) More than a woman (More) More than another |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
I Gave It All To You
With No Questions Asked I Wanted A Future Who Cares About My Past? That First Argument You Up And Left I've Seen A Change In You Words I Won't Accept I Thought I Lost You When You Twist Back My Arm Cause The Man I Thought I Knew Wouldn't Do Me No Harm And That Ran Through My Mind, Over Again I Promised Myself You Wouldn't Put Your Hands On Me Again Never No More I Didn't Sleep That Night I Held My Pillow Tight Now Trust Me When I Say You Have Been Told I'm Telling You Never To Touch Me No More Never No More I Should Left You When You Called Me Out My Name I Stooped To Your Level Replied You The Same No Here We Are Again You At My Throat Now I See The Same Old Change That I Did Before I Walk Away From You At The Drop Of A Dime So Often This Treatment Is Way Out Of Line And That Ran Through My Mind, Over And Over Again Promised Myself You Won't Put Your Hand On Me Again Never No More You Know I Rather Give You Your Space Cause I Just Don't Know Where To Run, What To Say Stay Out Your Way, Or Get In Your Face I Just Know You Better Not Touch Me Again Or I'm Walk Away That Is One Game I Refuse To Play I Didn't Sleep That Night I Held My Pillow Tight Now Trust Me When I Say You Have Been Told I'm Telling You Never To Touch Me No More Never No More |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Hey my baby
Why you lookin' so down Seems like you need lovin' Baby you need a girl like me around Hey my baby Tell me why you cry Here take my hand and yeah, hmm Wipe those tears from your eyes Can I talk to you (Can I talk to you) Comfort you Let you know (just wanna let you know) I care for you Can I talk to you (I wanna talk) Comfort you (gotta let you know baby) Let You know (I wanna let you know) I care for you Hey sexy baby Why'd your girl leave you in pain To let a fine man like you go She must be insane Hey sexy baby There's no need to worry Oh boy if you call on me I'll come, I'll come in a hurry Can I talk to you (come on) Comfort you (I love you) Let you know (oh baby) I care for you (I love you yes I do) Can I talk to you (I wanna talk oh) Comfort you (give me a chance) Let you know (wanna let you know, gotta let you know) I care for you (that I love you) Hold on (hold on) Stay strong (stay strong) Press on (on me, baby) I care for you (repeat) Can I talk to you ( I wanna talk) Comfort you (I wanna hold you tight baby) Let you know (I wanna let you know) I care for you (that I care for you) Can I talk to you? |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
(Soo)
He got big brown eyes, so he look nice (Ooh) Coming on strong, six pack showin' (Ohh) He's too cool, for his own shoes (Umm) Nothing rude, but way too short for me He tryin' to be Extra smooth, extra smooth (Ohh) Extra cool, extra cute (Ahh) If i'm supposed to talk to you Be your boo (Be your boo, be your boo) Don't come trying to be extra smooth (Soo) He got line for line wasting my time (Ooh) Running round tryin' to catch my eye (Eye) Disturbing my groove, tryin' to be smooth (Ohh) Get the boot Boy you can go ahead And work on yourself another quick romance A little too hot for me You act like you've already got the number Won't you quit tryin' to be? Extra smooth, extra smooth (Heey) Extra cool, extra cute (Cute) If i'm supposed to talk to you Be your boo (Be Your Boo, Ohh) So don't come trying to be Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth (See he wanna be, See he wanna be smooth) Extra, extra, extra cool (See he trying to be, See he trying to be cool) I won't talk to you Won't be your boo (Talk to you, Won't be your boo) Extra, extra, extra Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth (See he wanna be, See he wanna be smooth) Extra, extra, extra cool (See he trying to be, See he trying to be cool) I won't talk to you Won't be your boo (Talk to you, Won't be your boo) Extra, extra, extra Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth (See he wanna be, See he wanna be smooth) Extra, extra, extra cool (See he trying to be, See he trying to be cool) I won't talk to you Won't be your boo (Talk to you, Won't be your boo) Extra, extra, extra Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth Extra, extra, extra cool I won't talk to you Won't be your boo Extra, extra, extra Tryin' to be extra, extra, extra smooth |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Late afternoon, the sun's going down
I ca-ca-call on your cell (why's he in such a hurry) Leaving the room, he's mumbling, too Asking for his shoes, (just leaving outt he blue) No explanation, no actual location Just watching him pacing (wonder who he's stressing) Little conversation, leavin' no debation, he left the door swingin' You better open your mi-in-ind To read between the lines You gotta read between the lines-ines You gotta read between the li-ines You gotta read between the lines 9 in the morning, up, up, up way before breakfast Homeboy gettin restless (the room is full of questions) Little replyin, whole lot of denyin' You're steady collidin (so why do he keep on trying) I s-search for the median, now he's a comedian That's all the more reason (he's changing like the seasons) Are you still pleasing, well soon you'll be leaving Which one will be grieving? You better open your mind To gotta read between the lines You gotta read between the lines-ines You gotta read between the li-ines You gotta read between the lines Your replies are getting old It's in his eyes, you gotta read between the lines Lies are gettin told Look in his eyes, yougotta read between the lines Your replies are getting old It's in his eyes, you gotta read between the lines Lies are gettin told Look in his eyes, yougotta read between the lines Hope you don't think you can throw the line over me 'cause I, I know what's going on I hope you ain't making plans on running me Cause that, that ain't what I'm on Hope you don't think you can throw the line over me 'cause you'll look up, and I'll be gone I hope you ain't making plans on running me 'cause I read between the lines Who got you thinkin' you ishh ain't been stinkin'? My temperatures peakin' (why are you barely speakin) I'm bustin' his bubble, and he know he in trouble He's talkin' in doubles (i'm listening but hardly believing) Changing the story, or trying to ignore me Still reaching out for me (but still I'm hardly reaching) Give me a reason to put you back on line You've wasted enough time I had to open my mind To read between the lines-ines You gotta read between the li-ines You gotta read between the lines-ines You gotta read between the li-ines You gotta read between the lines-ines You gotta read between the li-ines You gotta read between the lines Your replies are gettin' old It's in his eyes, you gotta read between the lines Lies are gettin' told Look in his eyes, gotta read between the lines Your replies are gettin' old It's in his eyes, you gotta read between the lines Lies are gettin' told Look in his eyes, gotta read between the lines |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
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uh c'mon watch out uh c'mon oh oh..... Gave you chances on top of chances Opportunities taken for granted My reality is all your exshalities Cause insanity Why you askin'me? Took my kindness for a sign of weakness My own blindness cause my sadness No longer am a slave over your madness I am glad it's finally over Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy See I'm tired of all the games That you seem to like to play See what you can do for me Is forget you knew my name See your qualities are less than pleasing I got more than one reason for leaving It's time to close shop, open new chapters See new beginnings is what I'm after Get your skeletons up out my closet Don't make me lose it, I just might lose it Who do you think you are now? (Yeah) I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Can't believe) Who do you think you are now? (Yeah yeah) I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah babe) Who do you think you are now? (Who do you think you are) I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah yeah yeah) Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy See I'm tired of all the games That you seem to like to play See what you need to do is forget you knew my name I'm a play ya to you've left Cause you talkin' me to death See I ain't even sad that I'm here all by myself Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah yeah) Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah yeah) Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Who do you think you are now? I can't believe you've got the nerve boy (Yeah yeah) Oh oh Yeah yeah Oh oh You've got the nerve boy Oh oh Yeah yeah You've got the nerve boy (Got the nerve boy) You've got the nerve boy |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
This is here i've got to draw the line
Cause I refuse to let you think you can play with my mind Always seems that you think that i'm blind Causes there always certain times when you're hard to find Your on the go, i'm on the go, were on the go I can't catch you no more, can't see you no more And it no longer can be ignored Cause at once upon a time it was you I adored You disappeared and left me here, out in the cold And the absence of you is hurting my soul Didn't know there was an end of the road It was so easy for you just to let it all go And I refuse, I refuse to have one more sleepless night I refuse, I refuse to let a tear fall from my eye I refuse, I refuse to continue to try I felt like I would die, If I could breakdown and cry And I refuse, I refuse to let you walk back through that door I refuse, I refuse to let you hurt me anymore And I refuse, I refuse to continue to ignore The fact I fell to the floor, The day you walked out my door And I refuse No way baby I can't take it no more And I refuse No way baby I can't take it no more And I refuse No way, but I refuse To take it anymore Remember when I told you I could feel the change You don't touch me the same, Don't hold me the same No, I don't want you to take all the blame Cause I know I had those moments when I caused the pain This back and forth just like a war with you and me See we both disagree, have we ever agreed? This is nothing like I thought it would be Was it all just a dream? Was it ever in my reach? And I refuse, I refuse to have one more sleepless night I refuse, I refuse to let a tear fall from my eye I refuse, I refuse to continue to try I felt like I would die, If I could breakdown and cry And I refuse, I refuse to let you walk back through that door I refuse, I refuse to let you hurt me anymore And I refuse, I refuse to continue to ignore The fact I fell to the floor, The day you walked out my door It was your way Or it was no way And I couldn't live that way It was our call Then it was your call Cause I gave you my all and all And I refuse, I refuse to have one more sleepless night I refuse, I refuse to let a tear fall from my eye I refuse, I refuse to continue to try I felt like I would die, If I could breakdown and cry And I refuse, I refuse to let you walk back through that door I refuse, I refuse to let you hurt me anymore And I refuse, I refuse to continue to ignore The fact I fell to the floor, The day you walked out my door No way I can't take it baby No way I can't take it baby No way, but I refuse To take it anymore No way I can't take it baby No way I can't take it baby No way, but I refuse To take it anymore I refuse (I refuse) I refuse (I refuse) And I refuse (Ooooh) And I refuse (I refuse) I refuse (Said I refuse) And I refuse Said I refuse to take it anymo |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Just like the birds
That whistle in the tress At peace so happily Well, you're my tree And through my storms You have stood strong for me Kept me warm as can be Like a candy, to an apple Oh, we go together Your so sweet on me I can say that I do believe This is destiny It keeps calling me Now It's me and you It's you and me And it's whatever Whatever you want it to be I'm telling you If it's up to me Whatever is whatever It's whatever with you and me Just like a breeze In the middle of a summer's eve When you come through You come for me If i'm a drink You're my lemon squeeze Oh, you got flavor boy You go good with me So boy don't play or tease me Ooh, keep me together You got what I need Now it's getting late It's after three So quit your stallin' My body's callin' Now It's me and you It's you and me And it's whatever Whatever you want it to be I'm telling you If it's up to me Whatever is whatever As long as it's you and me Whatever is whatever It's Whatever It's Your World I put that on everything It's your world (Your world) Now it's me and you You and me And it's whatever You want it to be I'm telling you If it's up to me Whatever is whatever Whatever's whatever, Baby |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
Ohhhh no... ohh, oh... mmmm
Oh... ohhhh... Maybe I'm just wrong for feelin the way I do Thoughts indecent, want to put those down to you I know you have a girl, I don't want to tie When you're free one night just make those hours mine I can be another woman in your life I can be the other reason you're out at night I can be all the things you thought she might I can be on the side That would alright, alright, alright Love just ain't my thang, but half of you might be Enough for two or more, no her to me and me Fine like expensive wine, drunk off one glass of you I think that might be too much, so weekends for me are cool I can be another woman in your life I can be the other reason you're out at night I can be all the things you thought she might I can be on the side That would alright, alright, alright I can be another woman in your life I can be the other reason you're out at night I can be all the things you thought she might I can be on the side That would alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright.... {repeat until end} |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
We ain't lovers no more
We don't laugh no more We don't play no more We don't make-up no more We don't kiss no more We don't hug no more You don't please me no more You don't touch no more Give me chills no more We don't go out no more We don't kick it no more We don't dance no more I remember Walking through the park Just shooting the breeze Kissing in the shade Those were the days Lounging in the den Breakfast In the bed You let me have my way Those were the days If you don't want me no more Don't come round no more Just don't call no more Don't come knockin' up at my door After ten or so What you knockin' for? We don't kick it no more You ain't cute no more You ain't fly no more You ain't got it like that no more See in your clothes you don't I still remember Walking through the park Just shooting the breeze Kissing in the shade Those were the days Lounging in the den Breakfast In the bed You let me have my way Those were the days Those were the days Those were the days I said those were the days I said those were the days Those were the days Those were the days What's up with this baby? You done changed on me (You done changed) This ain't the way it used to be, Baby You Don't know me no more You can't lie no more Ain't gon' try no more Won't have to say goodbye no more You gotta hit the road Hate to see you go I Ain't the one to mess with no flow Don't take pictures no more Don't hold hands no more This is the end of the road But I still remember Walking through the park Just shooting the breeze Kissing in the shade Those were the days Lounging in the den Breakfast In the bed You let me have my way Those were the days |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
What if.. every guy I saw
What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if I hate a jealous man, one who doesn't understand That I'm attractive so of course men wanna take my hand And lead me off round the corner maybe to their place But when they speak you get mad, jumpin all up in my face But on the other hand when women come and speak to you You kiss and hug them like it's something that you let me do You're only jealous cause you know the ish you put me through I might turn right around and do that ish right back to you What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if I hate a lyin dude, one who doesn't know the rules If you gon cheat burn the receipt from the hotel room But instead you're up in my face saying you were at friends But they all call askin me where the hell you been Why they keep treatin us this way I guess it's a little game we play We'll burn you (oh), we'll cut you (oh) We'll kill you (oh) We don't have to take it no more What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if Why they keep treatin us this way I guess it's a little game we play We'll burn you (oh), we'll cut you (oh) We'll kill you (oh) We don't have to take it no more What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy I saw What if.. sittin down at the bar What if.. I told him to give me a call What if.. what if, what if, what if What if.. every guy in the place What if.. was all up in my face What if.. what would you say What if.. what if, what if, what if |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you
Left you, without a dope beat to step to Step to, step to, step to What would you do, to get to me? What would say, to have your way? Would you give up or try again, If I hesitate to let you in? Now would you be yourself, or play a role? Tell all the boys, or keep it low? If I say no, would you turn away, Or play me off or would you stay (oooohhh) *If at first you don't succeed (first you don't succeed), Then dust yourself off and try again You can dust if off and try again, try again 'Cause if at first you don't succeed (at first you don't succeed) You can dust it off and try again, dust yourself off and try again, Try again I'm went you, you went me, but I can't let it go, so easily Not 'till I see, where this could be, could be eternity, or just week You know our chemistry, is off the chain It's perfect now, but will it change? This ain't a yes, this ain't a no Just do your thang, and we'll see how it goes (oooohhh) *Repeat See you don't wanna throw it all away, I might be shy on the first day, but what about the next day (huh, huh, huh, huh) See you don't wanna throw it all away, I might be buggin' on the first day but what about the next day (huh, huh, huh, huh) **Repeat It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you Left you, without a dope beat to step to Step to, step to, step to |
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from Romeo Must Die (로미오 머스트 다이) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2000) | |||||
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Timbaland)
Buddy you cant be serious man... [Timbaland] All my ladies put up your vaseline This a party not a contest or a fight scene Come here baby wont you lick up on this ice cream Come here baby wont you get with this A team Cause we got plenty of bling, plenty of cars Plenty of things, and honey we all stars (huh) See I got the game, the game don't got me See I got the fame, the fame don't got me Why you had to leave me this way I love you till this day All I wanna see is big booties and big titties And all sexy lingerie You don't like me, you can go to hell But I'm with five chicks, sippin zippindale Laid up in the four seasons hotel All my dawgs finished, let me hear ya yell [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] Girls drop your draws for the whips and the chum Its just sin the don, molesting your thong I'm aroused spit the pound, get em around Gave her numbers to dial, now I'm all on the prowl Made a red bowl well known Left my head blown like so hard, oh god Shes a actress, I need prophylactics Ran to the store, I cant go wrong Do I want more like clear to one head Spread your legs on my Versace bed spread My wrist bricked up see the ice on my arm Need two parking lots to park my car I'ma star, play the bar here's a tip Girl move your hips, put this between your tits Buddy its a hit when I came in the door And I said it before I wanna see draws [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] I spit amazing, hot when I rap I only spend stacks, cause baby got back Shake that ass, and do what you wanna Hoes run on me like I'm the number one stunna When I walk in they started the stalkin But let me mention, I like the attention Grab they extension, and make that coochie pop Shake it don't stop, drop it like its hot Whisper in her ear, I got the big T.I.P. You gotta do more than whatchu do in V.I.P. Grab it, and shake it, and lick it around If you do it kinda proper I might stick around Slow down, hoe down, woe now It's feelin good Next day, guess whos on my two way Janet Jackson, time for action [Chorus x2] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear |
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from Dr. Dolittle (닥터 두리틀) by Richard Gibbs [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Why Do Fools Fall In Love (바보들의 사랑) by Stephen James Taylor [ost] (1998)
I don't wanna fuss with you
So I'm gonna sit out on the couch Don't try to talk to me 'Cause boy I am locking you out I don't wanna hear a thing Nothin' you got to say You should think twice About the way you been talkin'to me Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us Ain't got no words for you So you can stop calling my friends Tellin' them it wasn't your fault And why I ain't lettin' you in Too many times before I've let you back in my life This is a new day And this won't go down tonight Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us Introduced you to Dolce and Gabanna Took you from dirt bikes to Hondas Take you from that terrible stress Now you tellin' me that I am a bother What kinda mess is that to tell a man who put you on the scene That's just like killing a dream (oh no baby) That's how it seems I work hard to build up what I have of you I pray to God there's not another man between me and you So tell me baby There's no need to lie Why you sleepin' with your eyes closed Wanna talk alright yo Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997)
<i>[Magoo]</i>
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 <i>[Timbaland]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus: Magoo]</i> 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!) <i>[repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout]</i> <i>[Timbaland]</i> 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 <i>[Magoo]</i> Yo I'm bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted You retarded if you thinkin Brandy really broken hearted I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo' No I don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet Peace to Tupac, cause he was dope as it get Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and shit got hot Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot The rappin Don, I make a dyke go straight If you think I'm cute, then you up too late Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo]</i> <i>[Chorus 1/2]</i> |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997)
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) <i>[Timbaland:]</i> 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 <i>[Magoo:]</i> 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 it hot Cook it in the pot 11:15 feed the hoe while it's hot 1:15 got to get rubbers Me and Lisa Lee later on beat lovers 2:15 we like sex in the mist 3:15 was the first time we kissed Girl your man aint shit and you know it 4:15 is the time I can show it When I say suck it, it don't mean blow it 5:15 get loot cause you broke it Girl it aint a blunt, so dont smoke it Better if you grab it with your hand then you choke it 6:15, aint my day quick? VCR tape, halloween is the flick Drinking like a cellar, pass out drunk 7:15 had a dream I was a monk <i>[Timbaland:]</i> 15 after da hour everything seems to go bad you say dag 15 after da hour booty calls get lost in the sauce, what's the cost? 15 after da hour, 15's a bad number know what I mean? 15 after da hour, 15, 15 Say what? |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997)
<i>[Magoo]</i>
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 <i>[Timbaland]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus: Magoo]</i> 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!) <i>[repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout]</i> <i>[Timbaland]</i> 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 <i>[Magoo]</i> Yo I'm bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted You retarded if you thinkin Brandy really broken hearted I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo' No I don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet Peace to Tupac, cause he was dope as it get Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and shit got hot Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot The rappin Don, I make a dyke go straight If you think I'm cute, then you up too late Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo]</i> <i>[Chorus 1/2]</i> |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997) | |||||
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997)
<i>[aaliyah and missy: bridge]</i>
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 <i>[verse 1]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[bridge]</i> <i>[timbaland]</i> we be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep) listenin to this phat L P (L B) lets cruise around the town (the town) i'm diggin you are you diggin me Let's hop on my Harley Dave (Harley Dave) it cost about 20K (20K) what it takes me to persuade (persuade) turn ten night in to day (to day) i never seen a girl (a girl) who hypnotize like you (like you) who walk just like you (like you) who talk just like you (like you) i wanna be your lover (your lover) that ill type brotha (brotha) baby girl baby girl (baby girl) we can keep it undercover <i>[chorus 1.5x]</i> |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Welcome To Our World (1997) | |||||
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
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 in breathe out e.c.tra |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
This goes out It goes out To all the B Biters Timbaland got something to say ya'll Check him out This is the lil' man speaking right now Yo Timbaland kick it 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 Can you get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Can we get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out I'm the top nigga watch nigga hot nigga yo Shit that I dropped nonstop nigga whoa Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light Hip to the hop when I came in the do' Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' Aaliyah then Ginuwin Mag and two O's Outside production on Coko and Total Fugitive wanna buy the man for real Got warrrents beats and program to kill Timbaland nigga and I'm Ill Don't believe me Take the back of your hand and feel I'm burnin' up yo can't stop my flow I'm burnin' up ya'll can't stop my dough I'm burnin' up up top and down south they know When it come to these beats I don't play yo I get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out yeah Can we get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Now she's gon' point 'em out check it I come sweeter than a two seater Benz Have your pockets wide open have you spendin' on friends It never ends expensive indeed Without the C's lavish habits love the carats Nigga's with mad weaves Spendin' money ain't nuthin' Nigga's who style frontin' And then pretend ya gettin' old Nigga we let you know diamond district Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it Money to burn nigga when will you learn It's automatic now I realize I gotta have Lifestyles of the rich that fly assed bitch There's a track to be ripped I got the hot shit Check the whip I'm banging from my land to my six Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this Eyes closed lips sealed and prepare for the kiss And I told ya'll we won't miss what Did she get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Point 'em out what Did she get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Can I get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out uh Can he get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out nigga Now point 'em out what Now let's ride Yo Timbaland People don't understand how you do these beats yo even I don't understand You know people always tryin' to bite you And made stuff like you You da man right now I ain't mad at cha Play on playa |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[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, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rap Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone Chorus [Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?" Jeallllllousy I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see What? Chorus |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Timbaland] Another one [Playa CHORUS] Here we come so wave your hands For Missy Maganoo and Timbaland We gon' show you how to party right So pass the blunt to get me hyped Alright we gonna party tonight... [Magoo Verse One] If you're livin' for nothin' then start livin' for life If you're having a baby damn make her your wife If you're up in the club where the dubs start the tank Sell to the highest bid, put the cash in the bank When I'm up in your booty, you can "hoo" to my blows Damn miss, but please honey child, don't kiss All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club Maybe after the dance, then let's jump in the tub I'm a nigga wit' class, you a girl with a job Tastin my neck like corn on the cob I'm second to none, freaky as ever Go downtown, "Well I never" [Timbaland - Verse Two] Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm the man, that they call Timbaland And he deserves the word, the bir-bir-bir-b-bird understand? We gon' party, til the sun comes up Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup Ain't no stoppin', til the draws start poppin' There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' She said this, and he said that And he said that Timbaland can't rap Well I don't care cause I lay dope tracks I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that Timbaland, where you live at? VA baby, believe dat [Missy - Verse Three] 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; our style, those silly bugs Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good So the next time they bite, then they die like "Ugh" I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies [Playa {Aaliyah} (Timbaland) - CHORUS] Here we come, so wave your hands (wave yo hands) For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (and Timbaland) We gon' show you how to party right So pass the blunt to get me hyped (blunt..to get me hyped) Alright, we gonna party tonight (Aight, we gon party, we gon party, say it, uhh) Here we come, so wave your hands (wave yo hands) {Yea} For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (and Timbaland) {Yea} We gon' show you how to party right {Yea} So pass the blunt to get me hyped (blunt..to get me hyped) {Yea} Alright, we gonna party tonight (Aight, we gon party, we gon party, say it, uhh) [Magoo - Verse Four] Hehe, yea Girl, I'm the bar, open up five rum Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some 9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak Those kinds that floss, all girls know their name Only near, chillin' in the club, no game Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese When the club close, got his girl on her knees Oh man please, learn the two degrees Degree number one, keep your hun off trees Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do [Timbaland - Verse Five] Uh huh Tricks - is what I got in my bag Hits - is what I make out the lab Ritz - is the crackers that I eat Bitch - is what a man don't need Rubbers - shows I'm a careful lover Stutter - is what I do when I'm in trouble [Missy - Verse Six - SINGING] My man, Timbaland He make beats for the streets See, me and Maganoo Is the backbone of trees Gettin' high off a phone Tellin' niggas what you on HEY! [Missy - Verse Seven - RAPPING] Now, I'm in, the S-L-K I roll up the window, so the dew won't sway Spray my hairspray so the waves won't fade So when I say stay, them bitches stay Oh by the way Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance [Repeat CHORUS] [Playa (Aaliyah)] Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea) Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea) |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
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 [Timbaland] 1 - (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 Repeat 1 [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-acapo |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
featuring Jay Z [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 six-four is ill When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through with the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoe Mami screamin, "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?" And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back" It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game but y'all can't ball like Chicago centers This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz It's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!" 1 - Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga) Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga) Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga And I came to put it down for y'all Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga) Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga) Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga And I came to put it down for y'all Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hear Timbo' on the CB, need some info Your chick is with you Dawg? [Timbaland] Gotta be, 10-4 I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo' [Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor [Timbo] Tires left skid marks, whoa [Jay-Z] Shit's about to start [Timbo] How we got there? [Jay-Z] Snatched the case of Crist' up out the car Can you stand the rain cause it's pourin now [Timbo] I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now! [Jay-Z] If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now [Timbo] Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around [Jay-Z] Freak or freeze, if the answer really is no Girl I leave so fast you can speak to my breeze She said, "You're stressin me now," Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child [BOTH] We about to cook [Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then [BOTH] LET'S BE OUT! Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Timbaland] That's how we do it y'all Timbaland, Jay-Z Two pimps Two pimps Two pimps baby Put it down Don't you like that? We like to do it like that We like to ride these tracks Uhh, you don't think we two pimps? Huh, holla back You know what? Tell you somethin like this With the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanes Ha ha, money ain't a thang Ha ha, I got no thangs you know what I'm sayin? You know why? Cause I'm a pimp And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin? That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight So we gotta be out let it ride like this Bounce |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[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 off me? Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3 Got a 6? I got a stack Got a whip? I got a jet Got a clip? I got a tec That's why you not a threat Wanna know how you could be down too? Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh" Been through it, put too much into it And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid Chorus {except last line} [Timbaland] Babe Blue [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads Shorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most high Babe Blue, livin loca I crush all those, small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe You ain't seein mine, I walk right in the club You one of them chicks that be in line Me? Studded out, ice flooded out Bitch you ain't nice - please, cut it out Bronx to the death, we gon' spit raw Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin through Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do? Chorus [Timbaland] It ain't over! [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me? Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey Start the biddin wars at 1.2 We gonna show all of y'all what one joint do You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me? See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy? Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail ma But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all Chorus [Timbaland] Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat? Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh (1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live What what? Uh uh uh uh What cha know about this, ha? |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
C'mon ah what Ah what C'mon ah what Ah what C'mon c'mon ah what Ah 1 Life 2 Live what Ah what 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 year 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 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 lean out thing 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 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 life ball 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 We don't care who we toa in here We get you for how much you gross this year You not a punk you suppose to fear Better not come until the coast is clear Totin' beer you hatin' sayin' how they get a deal that fast But even without this rap game I still have cash My mommy wears a money wiz I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret Just to cover her punani hair 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 you didn't think I was coming My people can't stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it Are ya gon' move The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance I don't care you leave but you still be my man I don't get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats rhyming sound so unique His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy Ya need the same identity to find how he soars He's the wicked man the wicked just begun Call him Timbaland the resurrection Clearese Don't try to hide from ya fear Clearese Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear Clearese This is the love man you're talking to Clearese His beats are dope try to tell you Can't nobody see us in the nine eight Or the nine nine You're late You're late You're late You're late You're late 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 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 Like y'all the public Is y'all the public Ya do it so well This goes out to y'all Quiet Storm Z man 1 Life 2 Live Little Man Wanna thank y'all For makin' us Who we are today |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
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) [Timbaland] 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 [Timbaland] Pick it pick it pick it up [Yoshamine] You and I goin' do that damn thing, ma |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Ludichris Verse One] I be that nigga named Ludi a k a L O V A L O V A Fuck that shit Nigga what you wan say one time Southside let's ride (say what) And if you love what you do do what you feel Then I know you gonna mark my words Yall drop shit like birds Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served Just lay it on down Just lay it on down While we relax to the tight raps And the phat tracks That that nigga Timbaland put down Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit Don't have no time for the patient Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit And time flies, when I'm havin' fun I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just 뱑un baby run? I guess that they can't handle this Brothers just to scandalous If you don't wanna get freaked then get out my way like an ambulance (say what) Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit (uh oh) [Ludichris - Verse Two] Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack Showin' them where that love's at So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks Punada happy Givin' up that nappy dug out Get the cut up, then I cut out Why you standin' ther wit' yo Bud out (wha) And it's always in the back of my mind Wherever the place, whenever the time Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder And put so much lighter in yo life, make the roaches scatter So what does it matter, I'm ready to get ya Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar So I can freak ya like I just met ya Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac Nick nack paddy wack, give a dong a bone, wack Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh) [Ludichris] Yo love is supa, kinda fragilistic You don't know how bad I fist it Broke and don't fix it Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit Reminisce like Mary I gotta pop that cherry Kinda like that coochie You wanna be my hoochie Better than my advesary Don't be so scary Never thought that you could act up Make a nigga wanna back up Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up So we can slip and slide Make you wanna dip and dive Trippin' while we rip and ride Til I get to the coming side Got you where I want yo ass In the case of an emergency, break the glass Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past We be happy if we had more blunts to pass Get done up and run up And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to I wake 멷m up like a rooster Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster No worry, no hurry No pain, no gain Keep yo eyes on strain Cuz ain't a damn thing changed Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Repeat CHORUS TWO] [Crowds] Let me touch it, let me touch it Let me feel it, let me feel it Let me grab it, let me grab it Fat rabbit, fat rabbit (repeat x4) [Timbaland] Wha, uh huh Yea Dirty South, can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, (uh huh) can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
featuring Twista [Timbaland talking:] Da Da Da Da Da Da Yes yes yes yes yes yes It's me again baby Timbaland And uh we doin somethin like dis Hear da beat? Uh (clapping) Say what? Thats right Thank you thank you thank you (laughing)Uh right now Ima bring a special guest in He gon' rip it for me like this check it out [Twista] Who am I Nigga wid tha blunt steady trippin, sippin on the concoction, with tha gun cocktin Drum knockin, gotta get off Bitches and killas in the front watchin Flowin with like a finna studda some Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were Ima flow until my belly hurt Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt Let it ruff, ooh Feels like anotha one Who you be? Mr. Shystie The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea The muthafucka most likely To get a tuba with the opposition in my position I break em off when I give em tha heat Steady re' for rollin Bullets body decomposion I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat You remember the beat Conversation we had When my adrinallin was rushin Check yo brakes and knee pads When the twis to get tha bus in Bodys gon' get rushed in I can make em hit tha dance flo Brothas, bitches, and hustlers I get up in the guts homie, never phoney Hitta wigga when he run up on me Yall muthafuckas still don't know me Let em' learn slowly [Chorus:]2x Who you be? Im tha one that stay high Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys with tha thugga hands up in the sky neva shy he's fly Who am i, who you be? I'm the one's gon' get buck T-straight from the Chi Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck With tha party up and pimp struck T-N-T now I say who am I Who you be? Who am I? The one who's surrounded by the wood 500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood And Im always in tha mix of some shits Scoop a shawty an she thick And tha bitch getts grip in them hips Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch Now who you be? The one who's on tha dance floor Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes Freak on a bad hoe you's could really wanna flash gold Turn a hater to a sass hoe Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes Though see niggas see Gs to take Run up to tha car, got no thangs They got CDs to break, no easy pace Who you be? The crime cause other obituary an uligy Photo stank and yall be who to see Only smokin it wid you and me Lets go hang out where tha booty be I was on sumthin, no frontin Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin Grinnin while up in the curb Wanna journey for herb Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin True indeed Chorus 2x The one thats flowin fluently Make yo baby say goo to me Whatcha did to her Didn't ask why I hit her for Cause the game like liturature Get it Get it gurl I don't know what you was waitin on But if you aint wid a partna This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon party till we sky high To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes, pimps strikin fees and red bones Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols The one that be kickin off air time )From sunrise ta bedtime All of yall need ta know me, the one an only Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi Makin compotition die slowly Who am I? Chorus 2x [Timbaland] Ha ha ha ha Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya Ha ha I do it like that, I put it down For tha 98 or TNT Thang ya know what Im sayin Timbaland and Twista Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya? I put it down for all parts of the area We out |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[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 along (yo) They were [Repeat CHORUS] [Alien voice] How do yall like space? (wah wah wah wah) Can you dig it? Now if you like space for all my martian people out there I need all yall to put yalls hand up If you can feel me So I need Kelly to sing the second verse for me [Kelly] 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 (what she doin' girl) You Talking on the phone (say what) Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it) Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea) Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo) Talking on the phone (I'm feeling quite good right now) Talking on the phone (but it's time for me to take my spaceship to another level) Talking on the phone (cuz right now I dont think the world is ready for Timbaland) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I'm on that next level, can you dig it) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don't think so) [Alien] Come to the light, Kelly! |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Uh huh uh huh Uh uh uh uh (oogie oogie overlaps) Ginuwine [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 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 mind those eyes I'ma call your bluff So baby tell me why [Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS] Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves) Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel) Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time) I gotta know, baby let me know (repeat x2) [Ginuwine - Verse Two] Could you have told me girl Is what I said You can tell the truth I'm all in your hand And what's wrong wit' that Are you ashamed of me? You can fool your girls But you can't fool G I saw your eyes, from across the room 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 x2] [Timbaland Baby baby Baby baby What's yo name What's yo name How bout you How bout you Come play our game Come play our game It's me and Ginuwine It's me and Ginuwine A new day and time A new day and time C'mon baby C'mon baby Wha wah wha Wha wah wha [Repeat CHORUS x 3] |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[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 Blaze You bad to the gizza, izza, kizza Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly Nigga say what? I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin bout you Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze You crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizza Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly Nigga ehehehe, yeah [Aaliyah] Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mind You look so fine In every way, every way You look John Blaze, you're John Blaze Boy you blowin my mind You look so fine, so fine In every way, ooh yeahahehahh You look John Blaze, John Blaze |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Oahahohhhhhhhh Happy birthday baby Baby baby baby 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 You have a five star room, the luxury suite With marble floors, and don't thank me Cause I did I did this for your birthday You seem like you've been workin so hard With a king size bed, the Cognac bar The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday Happy birthday birthday baby! 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 Yeahhhhhhh! With a king size bed, the Cognac bar C'mon in, c'mon in The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday Yeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
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 Chorus Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning I won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honey Even if the guys try to tip me with their money I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
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 I'm ghetto fabulous the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush I rush club scenes like, "What?" Always carryin the bust The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT What y'all V-A know about this What y'all in Hampton, what Know about this What y'all in Nomo Know about this What y'll in Chesapeake Know about this Bring it boy See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps 44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low Thugs know The real on how I let shit go But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff? And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you I suppose you Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you What y'all in V-A Know about this- I told you What y'all in Nomo, what Know about this, what |
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from Pussycat Dolls - PCD (2005)
Everybody listen all over the world
I got a story 'bout my favorite girl (Wait a minute) Oh, my baby sexy for sure I had to have him when he walked through the door (Wait a minute) She was 'bout to drive me insane She come with drama while I'm giving her chains (Wait a minute) I'm focused but I'm losing control He only wants me for my body and soul (Wait a minute) Girl, why you do me like that? You take all my money Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) Minding my business, I was doing my thing Got my attention, so I gave him a chance (Wait a minute) Did I mention he was buying a bar? Gave him my number, he was trying so hard (Wait a minute) Bought me some things I didn't want, didn't need Dropped down his jeans like I'm supposed to drop to my knees (Wait a minute) He been blowing up my phone like he know me Been leaving messages "You know what you owe me" (Wait a minute) Girl, why you do me like that? You take all my money Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) Girl, why you do me like that? You take all my money Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) What is your problem daddy? Slow your roll Who you think you jiving? You're disturbing my flow (Wait a minute) Why you be bugging? Like I'm some kind of hoe Got no more questions and I want you to go So break (Break) Hey, let me talk to you for a minute Shut up...shut up I love the way you strut Girl, you already know But, I'm feeling like you don't want me You just after my dough Baby, please, I'm fine I'm not one of these hoes Chasing dreams not diamond rings So don't call me no more (Wait a minute) Girl, why you do me like that? You take all my money Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) Girl, why you do me like that? You take all my money Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute) Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute) See, I don't want your money Yeah, I seen you rolling up here In your cadillac But, I don't need all that It is a nice color though (Wait a minute) What they call you, Mr. Tin man or something? See, I don't want your cars I don't want your jewelry You can't buy this So you can keep that Wait a minute... Uh yeah, you can give that back |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
A AIN'T 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 DON'T TAKE THIS LIGHTLY IF A WANT U DEAD ITS DONE A CAN MAKE DAT HAP'N B CAUZ 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 OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE A AINT GOIN NOWHERE DOG AMA B RIGHT HERE IN YA FACE CANT DO IT LIKE ME DOG YA KICK DRUM AIN'T 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 NOT THE TIMBALAND THAT YOU'RE USED TO NOW AM IN A WHOLE NOTHER ZONE U CAN LET ME DO ME U CAN DO U OR GET POPPED IN YA DOME HIT LOVE ON THE VERGE 2 DA BLOCK SO RECOGNIZE DA GAME TIMBALAND AIN'T GONNA RUN NOWHERE BABY TIMBALAND GOT PRIVATE PLANES OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE A BEEN AROUND SOMETIME LONG AGO A SEEN DA LIFE DONT ACT LIKE U AIN'T 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 AMA GON B DA SAME U CAN GET A FEW WHIPS U CAN GET A FEW CHIPS U STILL GON B A LAME WE AINT DA SAME MY NIGGA AM ON SOME OTHER SHIT AMA SAY THIS PLAIN N SIMPLE NIGGA TAKE THIS PUNISHMENT AMA TAKE YALL ON A TRIP AMA TAKE YALL ON A RIDE N 1 DAY AM GONDIP BUT A WONT B HARD 2 FIND OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 NOWHERE OH TIMBALAND WHERE HE GO RUN 2 |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
is it going is it going is it going is it going? I don't know what you're looking for [Nelly] I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y seen ya try to switch it up but girl you ain't that dope I'm the wonderwoman let me go get my robe I'm a supermodel and mami,see mami amnesty international - got Bangkok to Montauk on lock you love my ass and my abs and the video called promiscuous my style is ri-di-di-diculous,' diculous, 'diculous [chorus] if you see us in the club we'll be acting 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 everbody put up their hands I get a half a mill for my beats you get a couple gra-an-and never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man your song dont top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fa-an-an Niggas talkin greasy im the one that gave them they chance somebody need to tell em they can't do it like I can [chorus] if you see us in the club we'll be acting 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 [JT] Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling I don't think you came in clear. when your Sitting on the top it's hard to hear you from way up here. I saw you tryin to act cute on tv "just let me clear the air..". We missed you on the charts last week Damn that's right, you wasn't there. If se-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi it it? Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it. So if you see us in the club go on and walk the other way Cuz our run will never be over; not at least until we say [chorus] if you see us in the club we'll be acting 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 [chorus] if you see us in the club we'll be acting 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 [chorus] if you see us in the club we'll be acting 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 |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
[Intro:]
Alright Hey Clap Uh 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 I’m out of... Who holds the party strikes He keeps the party bumping 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 aint 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 I’m out of... |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
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 soul mates Talk to me girl [Bridge (Keri Hilson):] Oh, baby, it`s alright now, you ain`t gotta flaunt for me If we go dutch, 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`m well equipped Can you handle me the way I are?) I don`t need the G`s or the car keys Boy I like you just the way you are Let me see you 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 loves you best Talk to me girl [Bridge (Keri Hilson)] Oh, baby, it`s alright now, you ain`t gotta flaunt for me If we go dutch, 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`m well equipped Can you handle me the way I are?) I don`t need the G`s or the car keys Boy I like you just the way you are Let me see you 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 your boat So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you`re gonna want some more So listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
C'mere girl, c'mere girlz, 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 shit miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me Set it off 'til this muthafucka empty, I turn around do the same shit 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 dissappear 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 mansion and Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem? I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see [Verse 3 - Missy Elliott] Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fuck, you can call me a freak I like to get buck I don't have to do much to make you get it up Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles Only rich girls we only buy the bottles Like a porn star I'm best when I swallow |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
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 I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me Nigga You Violate I Regulate ra ta tat tat Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech Run and A Bullseye Form on Your Back 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 I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider P89 Ye I Let My Toast Slide Costa Rica To Brazil I Got My Hoes In The Lamb why Your Bitch Bald Headed Like Britney Spears I'm In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money 2 More Flips Thats Anna Nicole Smith Money Fuck A G4 I'm In a G 500 G 450 G550 Thats Airplane Talk I'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands Spaghetti And Corn Bread Mix Got Me Blunted There's No Talk Abouts You Dont Fuck On An Empty Stomach By Out The Mall Then Hug The Block Hundred Thou Wood Grain In A Phantom Drop Then I Cruise In The Club Got My Ruge In The Club Pay A Bouncer A Buck Now My Uz In The Club Ye Nigga I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me I Give It To Whoever Want It If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want it If You Want It Come Get Me |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Get out
Get out You can't be in here You have to get out I emplore you Please Please You're all going to die down here It's life or death either one the king is back take heed and run I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun I killed the game I aint even use 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 I'm 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 u niggas is punks I'm number one you ain't nuthin but shit when they need a hit I would become to get talk to me if you got love for me I got love for you if you dont 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 go on kill yourself kill your self kill yourself If I was you I wouldn't feel myself go on kill your self kill your self kill your self go on kill yourself kill your self kill your self If I was you I wouldn't feel 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 I aint seen before who suposed to be in charge I need to know when I shake ur hand I'ma step on ur toe go getcha gun go getcha click imma be rite here chillin wit yo bitch you mad at me cuz I'm gettin rich well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip pop nigga if you got love for me I got love for you if you dont 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 go on kill yourself kill your self kill yourself If I was you I wouldn't feel myself go on kill your self kill your self kill your self go on kill yourself kill your self kill your self If I was you I wouldn't feel myself see my heart feel my pain some is stars some is lames how they follow little trends to get they fame I aint snappin my dam fingers to get in the game u claim u rich show me son if u got so many dollas then loan me one fools think they killas they own a gun when u know u bout as sweet as a honey bun trash your broads behind a bar like you dat dude frontin hard vip bands dont make u a star like we really still don't no who the fuck u are dont talk behind my back just call me nigga move my heart to the side make room to forgive ya if u still wanna hang we'll come to get ya put the rope around ur neck and jump my nigga You're all going to die down here get out get out you cant be in here you're all going to die down here |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Clap ya hands everybody
if you got what it takes I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Let me tell ya You got me fiending 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 Come in my cipher put 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 meeting I know a quiet place where we can talk Girl relax and let me do my thing Baby I don't wanna break your heart I just want to make you say my name Come in my cipher put that 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 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 feind 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 Come in my cipher put that 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 meeting Uhhuh uhhuh Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Hey Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Get ya back up off the wall Uhhuh uhhuh Meeting's ajourned Huh the meeting's just begun Watch this |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Just lookin at you
shorty lights a flame inside I'm wonderin if you can come and help put out the fire That you create in 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 Let imagination take us for a further than the mind Travellin' in a dream we can bring something to life That no ones ever seen yet can I Show you what its like beyond your fantasy It could be so good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Cuz think of all the tasty things that we can try The karma you can have will be more than Money can buy We ain't even gotta keep it quiet boy all my walls are sound proof I can scream your name through My entire house we will not disturb None of these old neighbors you'll 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 Show you what its like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Touch it touch it feel it Roll around in it if you like Taste it taste it and Embrace it again a second time Don't you waste it you'll regret it Cause I can satisfy any fantasy that you can come with can I let me Show you what its like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy It could be good if we Might just get it hotter than the Wildest thang ever dreamed boy |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
I got a plan
for you and I Let's journey across the Venetian 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 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 designated driver I'm not afraid 'cause I'm a rider Ain't nothing wrong with feeling right so won't you 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 I love it babe got me here doing things I don't ever do You hold me down I'm here making sure things are up for you Like a getaway the lights go off you turn on I love your place cause I can hear the echo when you make me ahh 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 In the car at the party Got his hands On your body Don't fight it If you like it In your room on the rooftop Feels good don't stop Don't fight it If you like it Why don't you 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 If you love me girl Why don't you If it feels good why don't you Uh if you love me girl why don't you Cuz when it feels good it don't fight it If you like it |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Let me talk to you girl
I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found You do this every time You be in my 'A' every single time The part that kills me You rather chill with your friends instead of me But I ain't gon' be no clown I guess I'll call you next time I'm in your town, then you say to me "So what, I was out with my friends I'm a grown woman, it's the weekend 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 are killin' me You're killin' me You're killin' me And I just wanna get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do Tell me I cannot escape, no matter what I do Can't get away from you Call me everyday and that was never cool Gettin' on my nerves, I think it's time you knew Oh they gave you my number 'cause In the train you was cuter plus, you looked sad and lonely 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 are killin' me You're killin' me You're killin' me And I just wanna get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do Tell me Like whoa lil' mama It's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin', I ain't even no runner But you know I push the Hummer in the summer How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached Black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream "Ain't nobody gone be 'sleep" This your own private beach And when it comes to sex Just a little bit of love and a little bit of that Baby push your back where your ribs is at Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that? I'm just jokin' of course I'm tryin' to put your sex game back on course If you feelin' dry like you don't get morose If you ever get a minute holler at your boy |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum
Ooowwwhooaa (guys) 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] Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick] Your my teasure and i got the key to ya baby [Timbaland] Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick] Let's ride on my Titanic baby (...if u know what i mean) [Timbaland] Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick] Being in love goes down as one of the greatest [Timbaland] Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick] Theres no me without you (you) [Timbaland] Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo [Punjabi Chick] Baby girl you make my dream come true [Timbaland] Sing it to me Tu hay tu hay, Hum yaha hay (you are you are, we are here) Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say (come on let go from this place) Aahoo millay, zazah millay (come on lets meet, lets meet ecstasy) Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay (now let us both, become one) Hey hey hey hey [repeats+carries on through] Pa pum pum pa pa ra [repeats+carries on through] Put it up yo Give it to me hey! Put it up yo Give it to me come on Put it up yo Give it to me hey! Put it up yo Give it to me hey! Put it up yo Give it to me hey! Put it up yo Break it down now Ah ah ah ah [repeats+carries on through] Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa I like that uh Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa I like that uh Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa I like that uh Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa I like that uh Ahhwooahhhaaa [repeats+carries on through] Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa I like that uh Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa Fricky fricky break owwh [DJ scratch beat boxing] Pum pum pum pum pa rum [repeats+carries on through] Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Doh [Timbaland] Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Doh [Timbaland] Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Doh [Timbaland] Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Haah! [Timbaland] Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Beebay [Timbaland] Digga doh, doh doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Digga doh digga doh digga doh [Punjabi Chick] Beebay [Timbaland] Rooooaaaaaah [Timbaland] |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
The Hives
Time has come Flyweight champion of the world (Flyweight champion of the world) Time has come Hey girl The Hives. Timbaland Take it to the back of the club Fast talkin' don't take it the wrong way I be peepin' that ass And if you give me my chance I gon' play I really wanna get to know you That's what I told you Girl you know I don't play I wanna put it in you wow! Girl, you better do what the song say. The Hives + Timbaland Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) Timbaland I got so many broads Like cars Different 2 or 3 in the same day And when I park my car Soon as I walk in the spot women say they Showin' me titty's And they callin' my name all night God damn thing Niggas is hatin' on me Cause they wanna throw they thing on me Like it's okay, girl. The Hives + Timbaland Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) Timbaland Girl, now the look at that ass You probably a gold digger But I ain't Kanye Baby girl you on the right track But you goin' the wrong way And when we're through with the party Girl I got a game that we gon' play And by tomorrow I'll be on the highway Peace! Hey! The Hives + Timbaland Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. Uh just throw it on me. (Wiggle that ass before you throw it on me.) The Hives The Hives Just throw it on me Hives just throw it on me throw it on me throw it on me throw it on me throw it on me Oo yea! Oh! |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
[Timbaland:]
I Got A Feeling She Keeps Me In The Dark I Gotta Get Keep My Eye On Her She Ain't no Walk In The Park I'd 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 Try To change It 'Cause You Are Who You Are I'm Like The Drug She's Addicted To Me She Can't Leave Me Now She Always Making Plans To Date... come and find me tomorrow goodbye girl [Chorus (She Wants Revenge):] She's too invested in the hours That Pass Her By I'd Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time I tell her easy but Her Hands They Find A Way Confusing Passion For the love he 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 her easy but Her Hands They Find A Way Confusing Passion For the love he never gave [Timbaland:] I Couldn't Get Rid Of Shawty If Wanted Cause She Was Down But I Was Tired Of Playing The Role Like I Ain't Know That She Get Around Something About This Girl Fascinates Me She's 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 got a wanted poster With My Face On It Soon As I Walk Out The Door There It Is wanted poster with my face on it Can't Blame My Self And It's Not My Fault 'Cause Nothing Was Promised At Least I Could Say I Was Honest But Bye Girl [Chorus] [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
I'm head over
heels for someone I that I really can't deal with you I wanna 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'ma realize that I can't get enough of you Wipe that smile off your fucking face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your fucking face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your face To be despised to be loved To be dreamt of to be sought On the 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 On the inside I don't care Be my unholy my one and my only I wear scarves and hoods cause it's the only poker face that I've got left And everything I love about you is a mess Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hands I want to be better than I am then i say to u Wipe that smile off your fucking face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your fucking face then i say to u Wipe that smile off your face To be despised to be loved To be dreamt of to be sought On the 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 On the inside I don't care Be my unholy my one and my only Girl just look what you done How could you do this to me I gotta put my foot down I can't let you do this to me I can't forget those good old times and all those things you were doing to me I wanna hit that one more time I'm in love with what you're doin to me I'ma say it loud right right left up in this crowd Why we arguin' I thought me and you were suposta be friends Let's chill for a minute Better yet we need a heal for a minute Baby put down the knife sometime I wanna To be despised to be loved To be dreamt of to be sought On the 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 On the inside I don't care Be my unholy my one and my only |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground 난지금당신의로프로지상에서10feet높이에매달려있어요 And I'm hearing what you say 당신이내말하는게들려요.. But I just can't make a sound 하지만난아무런소리도낼수가없어요 You tell me that you need me 당신은내가필요하다고해놓곤... Then you go and cut me down 이제와나를떠나가겠다고(잘라내겠다고)내게말하네요 But wait... 하지만기다려요... You tell me that you're sorry 당신이내게말하네요미안하다고 Didn't think I'd turn around and say.. 자신의마음이변할줄은몰랐다고.. That it's too late to apologize, it's too late 그러나이미사과하기엔너무늦었어요 너무늦었어요... I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late 사과하기엔너무 늦었어요너무 늦었다구요.. I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you 로프에서내려와다시한번기회를가지고싶어요, 단지당신을위해서다시노력해보고싶어요 And I need you like a heart needs a beat 심장이심장의박동이필요하듯나도당신이필요해요 But that's nothing new 그렇지만새로울것도없는얘기인가요.. I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue 나는당신을불과같은열정으로사랑했지만, 그열정은점점차갑게식어가네요 And you say Sorry like an angel, heavens let me think was you, 그리고당신은천사인양내게미안하다말하네요 난당신밖엔없다고생각하는데... But I'm afraid 난두려워요 It's too late to apologize, it's too late 이미사과하기엔너무 늦었어요 너무늦었어요 I said it's too late to apologizes, it's too late (Woahooo woah) 사과하기엔 너무 늦었어요너무 늦었다구요.. It's too late to apologize, it's too late 사과하기엔너무 늦었어요 너무늦었어요 I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late 사과하기엔 너무 늦었어요 너무늦었어요 I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah 사과하기엔 너무 늦었어요 I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah 사과하기엔 너무 늦었어요 I'm holding your rope 난당신의로프에매달려 Got me ten feet off the ground... 땅위에서10피트높이에떠있어요.. I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground 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 Yeah Oh ooh I'd take another chance Take a fall Take a shot for you Oh And I need you like a heart needs a beat but it'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 apologize It's too late Whoa oh 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 (Too late) I said it's too late to apologize Yeah (Too late) I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground |
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from Timbaland - Presents: Shock Value (2007)
Hold Up Yall
Hold Up Not Yet Hold Up Now... Go Head Go Head Like That. Yeah... Mmm Thats Cool Ooooooo Bring It In I Heard That Come On And Play That Back Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track Its Just The Regular Two Man Show I Heard That Come On And Play That Back Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track Its Just The Regular Two Man Show Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree Come On Break It Down What Huh Oh I Heard That Come On And Play That Back Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track Its Just The Regular Two Man Show I Heard That Come On And Play That Back Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track Its Just The Regular Two Man Show Ooohhhh Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree Listen To Me Right Here I Like That Gimmie Gimmie That Come On Take It To The High Level Go A Lil Higher Then That Higher Switch It Up I Like That I Like That Kill 'Em I Like That Grab Yo Lady N Hug Her Tight Uh Huh Uh Huh Shock Value Me N Eltan John Signing Out |
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from 50 Cent - Curtis (2007)
<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special Unforgettable 50 Cent-Cent Justin-tin Timbaland-land Goddamn, damn She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down I'm ballin', throwin' money around She a workin girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money, money, she makin', makin' Look at the way she shakin', shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now Don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She knows just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop <b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b> She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you <b>50 Cent</b> Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop Make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close Watchin' her do her thing on all fours Now that that there should be against the law From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen <b>Justin Timberlake</b> Lemme talk to ya Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here? You got me saying AYO I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me AYO I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her <b>Timbaland</b> Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you |
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from Aaliyah (2001)
hey...
yeah, hey... yeah... oh, ho You wanna handcuff me? But yo, I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You want my intimacy? Boy, I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You wanna wall around me? I swear, I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You want my lock and my key? But no, I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) Incarcerations what i'm facing When I'm with you You're watching my every move Try'n to pick up on some clues We play twenty questions Every time I walk in or out the door What are you bothered for? (What are you bothered for?) Getting crunk before you're sure It's gonna take T-R-U-S-T To keep our L-O-V-E It's gonna take (it's gonna take) T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E crackin' Stressin' and second guessin' Me time and time again We go from lovers back to friends Gotta put this to an end Hey, yeah.. Hook You wanna handcuff me? No,I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You want my intamacy? Boy, I don't know what ta tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You wanna wall around me? I swear I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) You want my lock and my key? But no I don't know what to tell ya (Don't know what to tell ya) No justifications for your actions Should'a been somewhere relaxin' Don't compare me to your last one I can't help that she was a fast one A sassy one I'm a classy one I can keep 'em from gettin at me, huh Seems like that should make you happy, huh? It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E crackin I can't deny or lie I tried to put up with you These insecurities everyday Pushin' my love away, hey Hook 2x It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E It's gonna take (its' gonna take) Take T-R-U-S-T to keep our L-O-V-E crackin' |
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from Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (2007)
I’m bringing sexy back
them other boys don’t know how to act. I think it’s special, what’s behind your back? so turn around and I’ll pick up the slack. Dirty babe You see these shackles Baby I'm your slave I'll let you whip me if I misbehave It's just that no one makes me feel this way Take em' to the chorus Come here girl Go ahead, be gone with it Come to the back Go ahead, be gone with it VIP Go ahead, be gone with it Drinks on me Go ahead, be gone with it Let me see what you're working with Go ahead, be gone with it Look at those hips Go ahead, be gone with it You make me smile Go ahead, be gone with it Go ahead child Go ahead, be gone with it And get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on I'm bringing sexy back Them other fuckers don't know how to act Come let me make up for the things you lack Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast Take em' to the bridge Dirty babe You see these shackles Baby I'm your slave I'll let you whip me if I misbehave It's just that no one makes me feel this way Take em' to the chorus Come here girl Go ahead, be gone with it Come to the back Go ahead, be gone with it VIP Go ahead, be gone with it Drinks on me Go ahead, be gone with it Let me see what you're working with Go ahead, be gone with it Look at those hips Go ahead, be gone with it You make me smile Go ahead, be gone with it Go ahead child Go ahead, be gone with it And get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on I'm bringing sexy back Them other fuckers wait till I attack If that's your girl you better watch your back Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact Take em' to the chorus Come here girl Go ahead, be gone with it Come to the back Go ahead, be gone with it VIP Go ahead, be gone with it Drinks on me Go ahead, be gone with it Let me see what you're working with Go ahead, be gone with it Look at those hips Go ahead, be gone with it You make me smile Go ahead, be gone with it Go ahead child Go ahead, be gone with it And get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on Go ahead, be gone with it Get your sexy on |
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from Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (2007)
I know you see me lookin
girl gon wanna nag right A little closer let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what ya curve like Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back Ohhh Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne Relax relax Take ya coat off and let me get ya name I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol I got a house that could entertain all of yall Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya ohhh And when I call don't give me the run around I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about Ya got me feenin but girl you don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown I heard ya lost do you know your way around If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down ohhh I can be ya navigator or ya compass Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish You the party baby I'm just the guest list I think I need some tylenol you got me restless So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house Lets watch sex in the city or desperate housewives Simon says touch your's while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised ohhh Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light Studio fifty four if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Screwed up Chop me up Screwed up Off of ya melody Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001) | |||||
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
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 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 Can't 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 Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out Now drop now drop now drop now drop (x2) *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 don't stop don't 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 Get your freak on at club We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong I aint hear good at first she was singing the song Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where You need be snaking and popping Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song Yall niggas still popping and locking Aint no zone a white girl I aint turbo rocking a damn curl Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow When you get it right girl go for what you know Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop Get off the wall hands of your balls Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball You dont want shorty I can show you the dance Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun Drop for Big L drop for Big L *Repeat Guess who came with a cape on his back Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac Mag is chilling Tim is chilling When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it Got no game but I got big cash Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy All my shadow people where freaky where you at All my Broadway people freaky where you at Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act Where my girls who think they got it like that All my independent freaky where you at All my get money dogs freaky where you at Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast If you love to sing along nigga holla back *Repeat Show me what you working with(back it up back it up) Show me what you working with(back it up back it up) Show me what you working with(back it up back it up) Show me what you working with(back it up back it up) Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
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 *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 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't lookin the same Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change Sebast', a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the name Guess what people, it's the first of the month Guess what people, I can do what I want I can take, all my peoples on first class flights I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes I'm a don when it comes to just servin girls I'm a don so that's why nobody's in my world 'Cause Timabaland's that cool cat Aka Thomas Crown, don't forget that, uh *Repeat I'm just tryna' find what I need But I'd rather be smokin weed Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot food Live in a mansion next to Hanson I ain't forgot that I'm from yo' hood I'm just tryna' be who you would Cause I hate the game, I hate the glory I could be with y'all, it would be another story You don't know all the things I seen More than fame and his naked greed They took my cash, take my name Put it up in bright lights, I ain't got a damn right Think I'm chillin and livin large Girl he's Mag not El DeBarge But I'm a be the man in charge in due time All my P-Town folk gettin paid, bottom line *Repeat This here's for one and all |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
Mind your manners, watch your ways
Be a good boy, just behave What's wrong with you? Settle down keep your two feet on the ground Sit up straight, stand up tall Never falter, never fall I stay in school Make the grade Never fail and never fade Be a hero, be a star Anything but what you are Find a girl to possess Always pay, pursue, protect Be a master, be a slave Work your way into an early grave But you deserve to be loved You deserve something real It's time to heal, time? to feel...love Daddy's favourite little girl Dress up in your mommy's pearls Serve his breakfast in his bed Earn a little kiss on the forehead You are sugar, you are spice You are growing up so nice Paint your nails, paint your face Paint around the empty space Find a man who can provide Try to fill the how inside With a family and a home Tell yourself you're not alone Keep the memories of yourself In a shoebox on the closet shelf But you deserve to be loved You deserve something real It's time to heal, time to feel...love I know somebody loves you Somebody, somebody love you |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
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 *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 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 throughout my apartment And the glance callin like *Repeat Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose When you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreams I stepped in dog shit and bit Skid Row twice Only ice I had put it in my orange Slice What you know about livin in a jail when it ain't no bars Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime Twenty-six years old and I got more time Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay Low rent for your mom, gotta get away Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto I'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat Polo on and Nikes with a gold tooth I'm Superman, I can spit from any phone booth You and your cold ass crew do what you do Just remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu *Repeat |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001) | |||||
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
[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 Chesapeake 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" To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I choose I can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom Cruise To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-through The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools [Chorus] [Magoo] Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkin I'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession Down on my knees, beggin to God, show me the path My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd fail Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches Rappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella [Timbaland] Stop, the press! Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo I don't want your sex, here take your fast food "Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!" Hey girl, I don't even know you "Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue" My momma never ever mentioned you My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what? [Chorus: sung by Static] - repeat 2X |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001) | |||||
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
[Timbaland]
Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-what Wha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-what Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo! Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what! Put me in that drank, put me in that thang Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YO Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YO Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes Tim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA Put me with them models, put me in new models YO Gimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoe You was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed You came in the front, I kick you out the back do' I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?) Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?) I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the Pocanos We some down-to-earth fools, who don't act first We gettin rowdy and we bust them things yo That's what you get, for messin with us country folk I'm from V-A and I got it locked yo I'm from V-A and I got it hot yo [Chorus: Petey Pablo] It's SERIOUS! We came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's SERIOUS! Only game we playin is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out {repeat 2X} It's SERIOUS! [Magoo] Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in it Put me in the room, hit her on the bed in it Get me on the corner I'ma sell the whole load Niggaz try to rock when the nine out unload Unload my world like a St. Louie Ram Put it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?) Y'all fuckin with the ultimate Shit in the park punk and now you eatin it Rip off your shine, take out the hardest line You (?) me actin funny like a Valentine You fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VA You niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't spray UHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whores A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox One all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks [Chorus] [Timbaland] Timbaland! I'm that man! Watch that man! Stop that man! Bitch, don't you dare grin No favors, you been what I been I'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomale Don't give a hell what they say or read about me I'm a rich man, invest in stock man I buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white man I move to Atlanta with Country Grammar and move to 'bama with nails and hammers to put the posters on Havannah Move to China to move through miners Then move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-liners I got them cars, I got them thangs I got them planes, I got a whole squad entertained Timbaland, I'm the man So ladies.. wave ya hands, what! [Chorus] |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
[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 crunked (ROLL!) Get your girls (ROLL!) Get your boys (ROLL!) Hit the switches (ROLL!) Bring the noise (ROLL!) {*panting noises) Roll Out (ROLL!} Get crunked (ROLL!) Get your girls (ROLL!) Get your boys (ROLL!) Hit the switches (ROLL!) Bring the noise (ROLL!) {*panting noises} [Petey Pablo] Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the 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 chick hang out the sunroof flashin' I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin' Slammed on the brakes {*SKRUT!}, ya old bastard Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies WHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here Repeat Chorus [Smokey] Catch me in a chick, and her name is Kim Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim I'm out north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again Pumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spend And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins Repeat Chorus [Magoo] All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen And I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and Clairborne Don't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fisted Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed I'm past being beserk, I go to work Tell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce" With an atrack of Diana Ross playing And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace Repeat Chorus |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
And we're back.. playing the hottest mu-sic on your radio
Coast to coast.. worldwide shore to shore sea to sea I am your host.. DeBruca And you're listening to the hottest radio station, in all the land W-poon-poon-P.. [Tweet] What a revelation (lation) You're the reason that I breathe Innocent creation I can use you as I please 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 you best Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh.. Such a sensation (sation) Hypnotizin melo-dy No limitations I can stroke yo' every key And you'll give me that do-re-mi-so And sometimes double-time And sometimes you'll love me nice and slow Makes me wanna sing this rhyme Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee.. Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh.. [w/ voicebox] Love me.. like I, love you Don't you love me boo? Don't you love me boo? Love me.. like I, love you Don't you love me boo? Promising, promising now, that I love ya, I love ya I love ya, I LOVE YA! I do love ya.. yes Iiiiiii do, yes I do Can you love me, can you love me Can you love me, can you love me toniiiiight, toniiiiight? Can you love me, now can you love me Now can you love me, now can you love me toniiiiight, toniiiiight? All I wanna say to you is Can you love me, can you love me? Can you love me love me? |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)
[Petey Pablo] It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at? I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all Where my cats think you feel me at? Alla y'all, and when we earn that They finally let the dish and the pan Then I start with some cash Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland Now I'm bustin they ass Now they callin me The Incredible Man I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH And there is one thing to understand Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal Heyyyyyy [Chorus: Petey Pablo] Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba If y'all feel it let me hear you say Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba We lost the music selector Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba If y'all feel it let me hear you say Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward [Timbaland] Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon! What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts? What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck? Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality The come of the me, the come of the Pete The come of the 'goo, the come of the G [Chorus] [Magoo] Mag spit it 'til I die fucker You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?) from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH We do it country cause we proud of this shit All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be They tryna take my love man and it bothered me [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
(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 it's my fuckin night X-5, bing truck, high as a kite Powder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bite Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike Pay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffin See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin In time you will buy me this and that Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back [Chorus] [Mad Skillz] Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin when I hit the door You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours I'm like Big out the Maximas and Acuras Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP! .. and that shit's fo'sho' What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go" You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time [Ms. Jade] Lie for what? Never been that type of chick Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip and flip the script, send your ass home all limp Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp King Kong trips, ridin all the latest whips With a Corona in the holder I'm the latest bitch Yup - you could call me the greatest wench Yup - when you fuck with the greatest clique [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal (2001)
[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 [Verse 3: Aaliyah] You may find me at a shopping mall I'm not buying but I'll be for sale I'll be a feeling when your talent shows Might even hear me at a restaurant Cuz I am Repeat Chorus 2 Guitar Interlude Repeat Chorus 2 |