Timbaland Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 4

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:24

She's Dangerous

She's got an appetit that won't stop
The way that she's dancing should be against the law
She likes to show off
Her body act like the life for a party
And make it hard for you to keep her
And it's just a matter of time
For it starts to play with your mind
She's supersonic and her eyes are so hypnotic, yeah
I used to think that she was innocent, girl.

She's got the passion
That girl is dangerous
Better be careful
That girl is dangerous
You learn the Hard way
That girl is dangerous
She's dangerous, dangerous

She's got the passion
That girl is dangerous
Better be careful
That girl is dangerous
You learn the Hard way
That girl is dangerous
She's dangerous, dangerous

She'll do anything for a good time
She'll break your back it sounds like last time
She's so exotic and it's so amazing
She's the perfect girl for any occasion
And it's just a matter of time
For she starts to play with your mind
That girl is evil and her love should be illegal
You'll get to close her fear all ... wanna be her

She's got the passion
That girl is dangerous
Better be careful
That girl is dangerous
You learn the hard way
That girl is dangerous
She's dangerous, dangerous

She's got the passion
That girl is dangerous
Better be careful
That girl is dangerous
You learn the hard way
That girl is dangerous
She's dangerous, dangerous...

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:26

Talking On The Phone

[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]
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

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]
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

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 **** witDid you hear this?
Did you get this?
Watch Missy flip like an acrobatic
My automatic
Tongue tactic
Flows like this
Be the mutha****in' 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

[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!

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:28

The Way I Are

[Timbaland]
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 soulmates
Talk to me girl

[Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go there, 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

[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 want it quick
Can you handle me the way you are?)
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like, I like, I like

[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 love you best
Talk to me girl

[Keri Hilson]
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go there, 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

[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 want it quick
Can you handle me the way you are?)
I don't need the cheese or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are

[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 ya boat
So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you gon' want some moSo listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah...

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:31

Throw It On Me

[Timbaland]
Take it to the back of the club
Fast talkin' don't take this the wrong way
I been peepin' that ass
And if you give me my chance I ain't gon' play
I really want to get to know ya
That's what I told ya girl you know I don't play
I wanna put it in ya (Oww!) girl
You better do what the song say

[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)

[Timbaland]
I got so many broads
White cars I can jump in two or three in the same day
And when I park my car
Soon as I walk in the spot women say (Oww!) they
Showin' me titties
And they callin' my name and all night gotdamn babe (Shut up!)
Niggas is hatin' me
'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl !

[Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)

[Timbaland]
Girl, now, look at that ass
You probably a gold digger but I ain't Kanye
Baby girl you on the right track
But 'cha goin' the wrong way
And when we leave out the party baby girl
I got the game that they gon' play
And when ya wake up tomorrow
I'll be on the highway (Peace!)

[The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:33

Time

[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

[(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 Laws 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 Laws 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...

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:34

To My

[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

[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, **** 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 NasBuffet 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

[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 ****in up rap
Who's ****in 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

[Timbaland]
Yo commme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say
"Timbaland's really rappin, what the **** is up B?"
Jealllousy
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?

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:37

What Cha Know About This
[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

[Timbaland and Babe Blue ]

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

[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?

[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

[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?

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:39

What Cha Talkin' 'bout

(What cha talkin' 'bout?)

[Lil' Man] Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What? Check it out

[Lil' Man]
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
People can't realize who the **** who I am
I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
People don't know what they gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex

[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?

[Timb]
Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I got that nigga (what what)
From the "V", Static, where you at?

[Static]
Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland

[Lil' Man & Timbaland]
[1] - What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

[Lil' Man]
Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That shit is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down
Got all my females flashin' around
It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle
Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor

[Timb]
Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)
Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
Do you wanna see the party get chrump?
(Yes, I pump)
This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)
After the party (Where ya goin'?)
Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib
I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)
But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it baby

[Magoo]
Ha ha, yeah
One more again from VA
Yes, your southern representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs, and **** until I'm stuck
Order the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
How da **** you payin' a bitch just to ****?
If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck
Only thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
Oh, what a web we weave
When I achieved to **** the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name

[Timb]
This is how we do it
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid
This is how we do
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid, what?
Me and my posse
I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this
Now we gotta be out
For the '98...

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:42

Who Am I

[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 mutha****a 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 mutha****as still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

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

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?

[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...

Timbaland

**Prenses** · 06.09.08, 15:44

Wit' Yo' Bad Self

[Timbaland]
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 ]

(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad

[Mad Skillz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we 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

[Mad 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"

[Timbaland]
Uhh, what, uh huh
What, like that, what
Timbaland, what
Mad Skillz, uhh
Collabo', what
Don't go, baby
Don't go, baby baby
Don't go...

Timbaland

Konu Bilgileri
	Konu Başlığı Timbaland Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )	Konudaki Cevap Sayısı 39
	Şuan Bu Konuyu Görüntüleyenler	Görüntülenme Sayısı 2672

06.09.08, 15:24	#31 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	She's Dangerous She's Dangerous She's got an appetit that won't stop The way that she's dancing should be against the law She likes to show off Her body act like the life for a party And make it hard for you to keep her And it's just a matter of time For it starts to play with your mind She's supersonic and her eyes are so hypnotic, yeah I used to think that she was innocent, girl. She's got the passion That girl is dangerous Better be careful That girl is dangerous You learn the Hard way That girl is dangerous She's dangerous, dangerous She's got the passion That girl is dangerous Better be careful That girl is dangerous You learn the Hard way That girl is dangerous She's dangerous, dangerous She'll do anything for a good time She'll break your back it sounds like last time She's so exotic and it's so amazing She's the perfect girl for any occasion And it's just a matter of time For she starts to play with your mind That girl is evil and her love should be illegal You'll get to close her fear all ... wanna be her She's got the passion That girl is dangerous Better be careful That girl is dangerous You learn the hard way That girl is dangerous She's dangerous, dangerous She's got the passion That girl is dangerous Better be careful That girl is dangerous You learn the hard way That girl is dangerous She's dangerous, dangerous... Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:26	#32 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Talking On The Phone Talking On The Phone [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] 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 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] 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 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 ** witDid you hear this? Did you get this? Watch Missy flip like an acrobatic My automatic Tongue tactic Flows like this Be the mutha**in' 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 [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! Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:28	#33 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	The Way I Are The Way I Are [Timbaland] 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 soulmates Talk to me girl [Keri Hilson] Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me If we go there, 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 [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 want it quick Can you handle me the way you are?) I don't need the cheese or the car keys Boy I like you just the way you are Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip 'Cause I like, I like, I like [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 love you best Talk to me girl [Keri Hilson] Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me If we go there, 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 [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 want it quick Can you handle me the way you are?) I don't need the cheese or the car keys Boy I like you just the way you are Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip 'Cause I like you just the way you are [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 ya boat So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you gon' want some moSo listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah... Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:31	#34 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Throw It On Me Throw It On Me [Timbaland] Take it to the back of the club Fast talkin' don't take this the wrong way I been peepin' that ass And if you give me my chance I ain't gon' play I really want to get to know ya That's what I told ya girl you know I don't play I wanna put it in ya (Oww!) girl You better do what the song say [Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)] Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) [Timbaland] I got so many broads White cars I can jump in two or three in the same day And when I park my car Soon as I walk in the spot women say (Oww!) they Showin' me titties And they callin' my name and all night gotdamn babe (Shut up!) Niggas is hatin' me 'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl ! [Chorus - The Hives & (Timbaland)] Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) [Timbaland] Girl, now, look at that ass You probably a gold digger but I ain't Kanye Baby girl you on the right track But 'cha goin' the wrong way And when we leave out the party baby girl I got the game that they gon' play And when ya wake up tomorrow I'll be on the highway (Peace!) [The Hives & (Timbaland)] Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me) Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:33	#35 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Time Time [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 [(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 Laws 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 Laws 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... Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:34	#36 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	To My To My [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 [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, ** 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 NasBuffet 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 [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 in up rap Who's in 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 [Timbaland] Yo commme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the ** is up B?" Jealllousy 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? Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:37	#37 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	What Cha Know About This What Cha Know About This [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 [Timbaland and Babe Blue ] 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 [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? [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 [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? Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:39	#38 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	What Cha Talkin' 'bout What Cha Talkin' 'bout (What cha talkin' 'bout?) [Lil' Man] Uh oh Ha ha, what? Uh oh, what? [Timb] Told y'all [Lil' Man] What? [Timb] Told y'all [Lil' Man] What? Check it out [Lil' Man] I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!" People can't realize who the ** who I am I'm like the VCR tech they call bad People don't know what they gonna see next They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex [Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy [Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at? [Timb] Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9 You see them niggas creepin', what? I thought you knew, I told you so Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah) I got that nigga (what what) From the "V", Static, where you at? [Static] Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit up If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up And if you got shove, let it bump bump Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland [Lil' Man & Timbaland] [1] - What cha talkin' 'bout? What you sayin' to me? Why you staring at me? Let's have a party, B What cha talkin' 'bout? What you sayin' to me? Why you staring at me? Let's have a party, B [Lil' Man] Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn! That shit is tight like a bowl of crisps Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down Got all my females flashin' around It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor [Timb] Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk) Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump) Do you wanna see the party get chrump? (Yes, I pump) This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?) After the party (Where ya goin'?) Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real) But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me Magoo, finish it baby [Magoo] Ha ha, yeah One more again from VA Yes, your southern representative Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive All my competition stop wishin' for my demise Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise Get between some thighs, and until I'm stuck Order the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duck How da you payin' a bitch just to ? If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck Only thing I love is weed and big cash If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous Oh, what a web we weave When I achieved to ** the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name [Timb] This is how we do it We make it ride on through Like liquid fluid This is how we do We make it ride on through Like liquid fluid, what? Me and my posse I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this Now we gotta be out For the '98... Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:42	#39 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Who Am I Who Am I [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 mutha**a 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 mutha**as still don't know me Let em' learn slowly 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 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? [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... Timbaland

06.09.08, 15:44	#40 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Wit' Yo' Bad Self Wit' Yo' Bad Self [Timbaland] 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 ] (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad [Mad Skillz] Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that You in the way girl? Boom when I block that Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat After we 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 [Mad 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" [Timbaland] Uhh, what, uh huh What, like that, what Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh Collabo', what Don't go, baby Don't go, baby baby Don't go... Timbaland

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