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1. _ Wit' Yo' Bad Self
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(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
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
(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
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin' to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin' to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin' in love? Oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I'm hittin' it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin' game girl you need to botch that
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
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"
"Since you ain't tryin' to go Boo, what you askin' for?"
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin' bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin', we winnin' Boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin' like the next World War
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(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
Uh, what, uh huh
What, like that, what
Timbaland, what
Mad Skillz, uh
Collabo', what
Don't go, baby
Don't go, baby baby
Don't go
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(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
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(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
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2. _ N 2 Da Music
[Intro - Timbaland - talking (echo)]
Uh, ah, haha uh, ah
see'mon, [harmonizing]
What we got right here
Is that feel good music why'all
Uh, [harmonizing], see'mon
[Break - Brandy - w/ ad libs]
When I'm chillin in my neighbor's shade
Watchin the ocean from a balcony
And I love the sound of the waves
And I love it like that, cause to me this is how I get away
[Timbaland]
Ha, so what you gonna do girl, what you gonna do
[Chorus - Brandy - w/ ad libs]
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (c'mon)
And it feel so good
It's like blood flowin to my veins
([Timbaland:] It's like blood flowin to my veins)
And it feel so good
It's like blood flowing to my veins
[Timbaland]
Alright now, let's take it to the bridge [echo]
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
(Ho) It's Timbaland I'm back (uh huh ...)
with another one you can dance, so you can relax (woo, woo ...)
My music moves you wherever you at
I play it loud, to move the crowd, I like it like that (c'mon, see'mon ...)
I know you feel the vibe, from the club to your clothes
and you'll still decide I love it
Everytime I get 'em a ride
I drop the top, turn the volume up and put it in drive
Me and Aaliyah did +One In A Million+
When Ginuwine dropped +Pony+ was the one that I'm feelin
Hey, we havin a party, come through with your crew
Turn up the feel good, do what you do
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Magoo]
Yeah, when I'm feelin lost and hurt, you can soothe my soul
You was there for me, music
I was goin out of control, 'til I heard Marvin Gaye
"Now it ain't a mountain high enough, when time is rough"
I turn to you, yeah
Believe it or not, I learned from you, yeah
All of my soul, I bear to you
Your not a painkiller, but I think a snare'll do the trick
And I just want to lose myself in you
I gained all my health and my wealth from you
I started thinkin me and you was just a phase
Now I can't count the days
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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3. _ Drop
Timbaland Timbaland Fatman scoop
Timbaland Timbaland
Whatever I say why'all gotta do
Whatever I say why'all gotta do
Whatever I say why'all gotta do
(Timbaland)
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky feel drumming
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
Can't'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
[Fatman Scoop: x 2]
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
[Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo 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 don't stop don't stop
[Magoo]
Get your freak on at club(?)
We ain't put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I ain't 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
Why'all niggas still popping and locking
Ain't no zone (?) a white girl
I ain't 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 don't 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
[Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop 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 don't stop don't stop
(Magoo)
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 ain't cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy
(Timbaland)
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 (?)
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent 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
(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs Now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
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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4. _ In Time
(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you)
[Timbaland]
Ah - see'mon, ah
You would not believe - see'mon, ah
What's goin down right now - see'mon, ah
Holla!! see'mon ah
You would not believe - see'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - see'mon, ah
Holla, see'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 why'all see I ain't new to this game?
Got hoes in each town want to 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, see'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 want to 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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5. _ Indian Flute
Oh come here shorty. i like you.
What? you like me 2?
I don't understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u.
[Chorus]
I got my eyes on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that you are tha truth (tu hai me raja)
I love you're Indian flute (mera raja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)
Darasa tu mein loo to kya (but i can't understand a word your sayin')
(Bari mujhe phil a hai ab bach na)
Baby I've been eyeing you away from afar
(Teri ake'o main kuch de ta)
Thanks for the props but to me you the star
(Nadin a kuw bol lun aaja)
Lets get it on tonight, why wait for tomorrow?
(Come on can you show me how bad you are?)
Aaja soniye mein pya kya, o
[Chorus]
(Abito batana mein kya karoo)
Baby you sure you want to sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fu
Fuck around wit a nigga & end up on top of you
(Dooga hai ta zindagi hai tu)
you weren't tha first best believe fo sho there's been a few
(Come on bang tha music 'cause I'm feelin u)
Aaja soniye par kurta voo
[Chorus]
(Tere baho mein ab pluleo)
Go slow and ill direct you're every move like a young benny boom after beatin' up your womb
No need to put on perfume baby girl you leavin' soon
(Kabhi mere paso jele aaja)
Nobody gotta no you're thong was maroon
(Tere huna)
you no afta 're creepin' out my room
(tu hi mera)
Just so youman don't assume
Sing it to him
(Kasise humara meruna)
Sing it to him
(Dumhese hum dono dewana)
Sing it to him
(Hum heeto hum muste kayo para to me loo to kya hua)
[Chorus]
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6. _ Cop That Shit
[Intro: Missy Elliot]
We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia
[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a brand new car!
[Chorus]
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7. _ Keep It Real
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh, uh, uh uh
Ginuwine
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
[Chorus: x2]
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
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
[Chorus: x2]
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
[Chorus: x3]
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8. _ Party People
[Jay-Z]
Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard?
Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, Twista, ya heard? see'mon, see'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Niggaz (?), look at your clothes
When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
see'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude
Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through
[Chorus: Timbaland] + (Twista)
All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
(Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
with somethin the East and West gon' bump)
All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
(Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
that's beatin in yo' trunk)
[Magoo]
Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin 'em high, right in the ear
Slicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
You ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw?
Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke
when it come to that man that just like Mike
I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
For real, I'm fuckin faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
[Timbaland]
Timbaland good for that - {*beat plays, he scats*}
{*scatting*} - I invented that
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
Remember "One in a Million" when I left ya back
Producers sayin, "How you get your sound like that?"
I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat
Got party people dancin to dis and dat
Got party people sayin, "This a dope-ass track!"
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?
Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut
like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
Twitchin and itchin to get up, I hit 'em up
With some skanless to vibe to and ride to
with the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displayin yo' heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
and all the homies like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn't ridin slick
You can let your mind cruise for miles
They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic
I'm thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Timbaland]
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake..
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..
Shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yo, ahh
Remember when you first found me?
I was workin at Burger King
Now take a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always tryin to put down me?
Why you always tryin to put down me?
You get 'round your friends and try to clown me
Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?
I'm gettin tired of all that bullshit
Always talkin dis and dat
Your girls screamin, "We looove him!"
See girls, they LOVE me
Girl that's just, only Tim
Yes, it's only Tim
Whatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?
Yeah whatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?
Cause
[Timbaland: repeat 2X]
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo' money (yo' money)
Made it without yo' car (yo' car)
Made it without yo' naggin (what?)
Now look who's the star (whoo!)
[Timbaland]
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get it
I don't understand it
That's why people like myself, only hang with self
Hahaha, and nobody else
Easy now
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9. _ Naughty Eye, Pt. 2 (Hips)
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10. _ Considerate Brotha
[Ludacris]
Ahh.. yea, yEAH
Disturbin' Tha Peace, the Beat Club
Ludacris - straight from the ATL
We gon' take it to NC, to VA
To L.A., to N.Y., and e'rywhere in between
Uh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland Magoo
Check it out
[Magoo]
Mag meetcha at, 7/11 a quarter to seven
Buy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin this heaven
My bastard ass the kid momma let him hit it
He gon' nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit it
Look, bein a mack is all about your game
I maim hoes for makin me cum, then make her buy me some rum
I got the town ho-infested, you seen 'em
Invested in prostitution, turned it into an institution
Well be far be it from me, to advertise my enterprise
All I'm sayin man, my street shit is organized
I got it franchised, from city to city, state to state
Don't look at the house, I own the whole estate
But wait (but wait).. baby baby baby baby shake too (shake too)
Baby baby (baby baby).. make too (make too)
Baby baby baby baby shake too, make too
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]
I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (you can call) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (that's what I am)
I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)
I will fuss wit 'em (ah) I never mistreat 'em (uh)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha
[Timbaland]
Whoaaaahhh
Wakin up Saturday about to press my suit
Wakin up early about to fix me some orange juice
I got my chicks LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna choose
I got my guns LINED UP, which one 'em I'm gonna use
I got my - Louis Vuitton on, pumpin that mind-blowin
Chicks can't even drive straight without them blown they horn
I'm just a illmatic, pumpin all dramatic
Carry a automatic, keep up on all tactics
I'm just that pimp nigga from Va. Beach
Rrrrob each, uh, let me not slur my speech
I got that liquor in me, no juice no vodka
But the straight up Remi, kicks bout to get loose
cause I got it in me, bout to take one home
and "Free Willy" - Timb, you so silly
See I been pimpin, before yo' days
Pimpin ain't easy, hey hey hey hey
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]
I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (uhh)
I will touch 'em (touch 'em) but won't beat 'em (won't beat 'em)
I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'em
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha
[Ludacris]
BITCH I pack a black tux fo' emergencies
Want me to treat 'em with courtesy
But psssh, Ludacris mack nigga BITCH get on you purposely
Perfectly, dressed to impress, fresh from the head down
Leave 'em let down, I'm the KING of this shit, you take a step down
Admire the merchandise, talk back get slapped twice
or handheld, I got women sendin me panties in my fanmail
Pimp hat with a big mouth, ATL, dirt South
Hoes comin up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!
It's the fullback blast in the formation grab yo' helmet
Slam the mask out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"
And they betta meet they quota, betta yet betta meet they deadline
And I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father hairline
From Raggedy Ann & Andy to daquiri drinks and brandy
I take 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candy
I'm the - pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all around
A pimp of the town - we pimpin 'em up, HOES DOWN
[Chorus + (Timbaland)]
I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em (no)
I might hug 'em (yea) I might feed 'em (yea)
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (say what?)
A considerate brotha (uh-huh)
I will touch 'em (what) but won't beat 'em (what)
I will fuss wit 'em, never never mistreat 'em
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha (whoahhhh)
[Timbaland]
(ea-sy) Feel me now
Feel me now baby, come on
Come on walk with me, walk witcha daddy
(ea-sy) Yea, take it easy baby
Let your hair blow out, come on
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11. _ Up Jumps Da 'Boogie
Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party
[timbaland (whispering)] up jumps da boogie (repeat 3x)
(repeat all 4x)
Verse one: magoo
I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man, keep that lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with aunt venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack sam? prepare to fuckin die
Fuck crazy joe, my name is crazy flow
You thought i had eight, but i got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school like beat street
I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse two: timbaland
I'm up on this track, like pam grier in movies
I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to l.a., then come back to virginia
Then call, maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, g
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my car do'
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit's off-timin
Verse three: missy
I'm in the marriott, the place to get got
After i smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, this kid named scott
Me my hot self, my self be so hot
Touch my hot spot, i scream til i can't stop
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Give it to me daddy and
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Yup, yup like teddy
Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
No diggity, missy be the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you want to beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better
Chorus: everybody
Give it up!
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
Give it up! we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2x)
Give it up! we gon' show, you how we party
Verse four: magoo
Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key
I cum cause i'm a nut, don't bleed when i'm cut
No fan of madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, i'm butter don't need grits
Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like jews and chinese, i own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release
Verse five: timbaland
I'm up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
Been makin more beats before, jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the tv
See a black man dead, from a white man's powder
See a white man scared, from a black man's power
Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please
Verse six: missy
I'm the best, and that's be , and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, mc's want to copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that i backed up you
You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do
To me, the m-i-double s-why-e
want to battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy
Chorus: everybody
Give it up! we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
(repeat all 2x)
Give it up! we gon' show, you how we party
(repeat to fade)
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12. _ Naughty Eye
[Timbaland]
Yooo..
(What What) Ha, Ha, Ha, Haa, Haa (What What)
Yo Yo, Ya Yo Yo Yoooo (Oh Oh)
Give me that eye, Give me that Eye (Boom da Uh UH)
Ya Yo Yo Yoooo
Give me that eye, Give me that eye (Boom da uh uh)
[First Verse: Timabaland]
People know me, As "The Great Timbaland" (Timbaland)
Been brought in the Slums, But I ranned (But I ranned)
Been boning girls in the Scooby Doo Van (Doo Van)
Chicks been missing since the Summer Of Sam (Of Sam)
Oh, I get'em all from ya hood clubs (Clubs)
Blue Magic, Be floating in my black Cup (Cup)
Mack mold, spit the game and make'em feel good (Feel Good)
Eyes closed like they gone off that backwood (Backwood)
(Ahhhh) Go on girllll, do ya damn thang
Booty poppin, Spell my name with ya tongue rang
Banana Dodge ain't a damn thang
Sitting in the bucket, like a Champagne
This for my ghetto people (People)
Another T & M Collabo (Collabo)
So girlll, why you actin funny for
I see ya eyes talkin while you got ya mouth closed
[Chorus 2X: Timbaland & (Raje)]
Look at that, look at that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Naye)
I see you give that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Neye)
Sucking on ya thumb like a pacifier (Na Raje, Nu Fire)
Must mean you wanna get naughty right
[female moan] eeee yeah
[Second Verse: Magoo]
I want you bitches to calm down
I'm Yao Ming with mines, a player in each town
I know you mad when I come around
I Lex coupe to woman, tops they come down (Oh)
You wanna see what can Magoo do
Be in V.I.P. with my hands up ya Tu-Tu
Boo, get you and Sue, Tisha and Lu Lu
Get a twelve pack of skins, so I can run through ya whole crew
Look ma, I know I was the one that you wanted
You gave me Naughty Eye, Seen you in the club but you fronted
You got mad blunted, Then Mag became the Hunted
It was fourth down, would've made a pass, but I punted
I got more woman than ye, You just Flea
Give'em crackers an cheese, Then give'em some tea
You want some money hoe, Go catch a bee
Cause the pussy in ya pants bitch smell like a sea
[Chorus]
[Bridge 2X: Raje Shwari]
Ohh mede do ooh aje
Tuu mede do ooh aje
Bu mede do ooh aje
(Sebastian) Ha Ha, Ha Ha
[Third Verse: Sebastian + (Timbaland)]
Sebastian be quicker
More proof than my daddy's old E liquor
I like'em Trina size, but if they ever be bigger
I put the sheets to the ground
Act bigger, make the shake stick her, so they can at least figure
Then we hit the slopes
Same amount of snow, that Johnny would it nose
No chain and ropes, I don't chestize my hoes
Just release the low, and put little me's on clothes
But still though I got (love for you)
Single mothers I got (love for you)
Fuck niggaz who hatin I got (love for you)
Middle fingers I keep'em (up for you)
Couple bottles with models
That would swallow you whole
If I vanish tomorrow, niggaz will follow the flow
See a hundred like towers, watch me pull in the load
When I come to ya clubs, niggaz will be stare at the doors
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Breakdown: Timbaland]
Go [Echo]
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13. _ Man Undercover
[Aaliyah] and & (Missy)
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
[Aaliyah]
I, I, like the way, way, you get down, down
(thats the way I like it)
You're the kinda guy
That makes mom feel proud
Don't have to show you're the boy, oh
I, I, like you the way that you are
[Chorus]
I like my man undercover
Smooth dark brotha
Fly to the bone
You don't need no fly jeep
To come and scoop me
You can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
A man undercover
Smooth black brotha
Fly to the bone
Don't need no Gucci sweater
To make you look better
You can wear what you own
[Aaliyah]
I, I, love, love the way that you smile, smile
You, you the type of guy
That got his own style
All I want to do is be with you
You, you got me feelin'
The way that I do
[Chorus]
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
[Aaliyah] and & (Missy)
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
[Timbaland]
We be freakin' up in my jeep (my jeep)
Listenin to this phat LP (LP)
Lets cruise around the town (the town)
I'm diggin' you are you diggin' me
Lets hop on my holiday (holiday)
That costs 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 want to be your lover (your lover)
That ill type brotha (brotha)
Baby girl baby girl (baby girl)
We can keep it undercover
[Chorus until fade]
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14. _ Luv 2 Luv U
[Timbaland:]
Dance with me... Whaaat?
Dance with me... Say what, say what?
Tango with me... Say what, say what? [Repeat x 2]
Dance with me... Say what, say what? [Repeat x 2]
Tango with me... Say what, say what?
Haha, bring it in
Ooooh, I love what you got on
A tight see-through dress with some green and pink thongs
Word is bond, can I pick you up in my eight-five-oh
Or do you want to pick me up, in your black limo
Here goes, an evening that's memorable
A year ago you didn't like me 'cause I had no dough
Whoa, a black man on a mission, wishin'
That your crazy ass would listen, hear 'bout what you been missin'
I know you want to do it, I know you want to ride it, my pony
Get on me, bone me, act like you own me
Then I gotta feel your crazy ass out homie, what?
[Chorus: Playa:]
Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby [Repeat x 4]
[Timbaland:]
I love you baby, I love you baby what?
I still love you, say what say what?
Uhh, I love you baby, uh uh uh uh I love you baby
What? I love you baby
Tell me how much you love me
[Shaunte:]
Tim, come over here and take my address
I undress in a black neglige like Faye Dunaway
Run your fingers through my hair and squeeze my nipples
Love the way you're talkin' in my ear like that baby tickles
Later for uptown, no time to go downtown
I'm wild, since you see Club Clit, now take a look around
Dive in, my Billy Ocean, crazy drunk now
Quick to respond, when I come just keep it there now
Move over please, 'cause you're drivin' me nuts
You went past my sugar-wall straight to my guts
I came, you come, you still do amaze me
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15. _ Clock Strikes [Remix]
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16. _ John Blaze
Uh yo
Uh, uh
Uh yo yo
John Blaze John Blaze
Uh uh huh
Uh uh mm hm mm hm
Yo
John Blaze eh eh he
Why can't I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep me so amazed (mm)
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
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), I
S 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
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
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
You blowin' my mind
You look so fine, so fine
In every way, ooh yeah ha ha ha
You look John Blaze, John Blaze
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17. _ Lobster and Scrimp
[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 n****, I'm a pimp n****
Feel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp n****
Yeah, Come on
From the gutter to the rich
From holes in my clothes to the most butter s***
How's life, what a b****
Now I rock ice for the f*** of it
Your wife love my s***, know who you f***in with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these b****es want to give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha b**** parlayed
I need privacy I pull up the back shade
Initials on the headrest, it's official
Style so sick I need bedrest, n**** I got issues
(Say what?) I hate fake b****es, "you gotta wait" b****es
"I don't know you, I don't f*** on the first date" b****es
(Is that right?) Hot shot n****z, talk to the cop n****z
"Money, that's my girl," c*** block n****z
See you in the club, and scheme on your watch n****z
Talk a lot of s*** with, no Glock n****z
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 n****? (Yes I'm a pimp n****)
Well spit the game n**** (Lobster and shrimp n****)
Yo, ain't nuttin changed n****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for why'all, what?
Call me, fitty plus, n****z 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 why'all in the game
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it n****z, get your grip n****z
It's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!"
[Chorus:]
Is you a pimp n****? (Yes I'm a pimp n****)
Well spit the game n**** (Lobster and shrimp n****)
Ain't nuttin changed n****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for why'all
Is you a pimp n****? (Yes I'm a pimp n****)
Well spit the game n**** (Lobster and shrimp n****)
Ain't nuttin changed n****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for why'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] S***'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!
[Chorus: x2]
[Timbaland]
That's how we do it why'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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