• Timbaland & Magoo
• Timbaland
• Bubba Sparxxx
• Brandy
• Timbaland
• Timbaland
• Timbaland & Magoo

To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
Cause it's a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those cut up leaves
Please... can I get a puff? What?
Please... can I get a puff? What?
With my wiatch
Pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat
You can go down
You can go down, go down
You can go down, girl I was just playing around
Back to my focus
Y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker
What?
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
Say what?
Ha ha, say what? Say what?
Like dat
Like dat
Like dat nigga
Say what?
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Magoo what?
You know we got plenty of smokin'
Open for pussy pokin'
Clown but we ain't jokin'
2 pound of weed token
Beep me at 12 noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was a juke joint
So you get two dimes
Cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke
So you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
Only toke two lies
Just to the two guys
No shake with my damn fries
Open your freakin' eyes
Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin was no surprise
I'm out with my true lies
Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Playa's knockin, rockin
Hoes clockin, jockin
Yeah sweatin, gettin
Thugs threatin, beatin
Dice shootin, smokin
Hootie hootin, loukin
Gun, I got your token
Lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin, bumpin
Timb's speakers thumpin
Making your moves somethin
Rode, it would be jumpin
Hoe humpin, freakin
Hoes silly, leakin
Hook it up, weekend
All night freakin
Which trick I'm dickin
Hope she lickin
My Kentucky chicken
Damn this enough pickin
Just groupin, chillin
Ready able, willin
If they blunts, they fillin
Party people you dealin with another level
Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Say what?
Yo babe, come her
Now let me get that (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Can you hear me? (Oooooh)
Can you feel me? (Oooooh)
Can you hear me? (Ooooh)
Can you feel me? (Ooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Get off baby (Ooooh)
(Oooooh)
Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)
Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)
(Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)
Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly

Another one
- Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the UHH and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight
If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish but please honey child, don't kiss
All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club
Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub
I'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a job
Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever
Go downtown, "Well I never"
Uh, uh
Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)
She said this, and he said that
And he said that Timbaland can't rap
But I don't care because I make dope tracks
I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that
Timbaland, where you live at?
VA baby, believe dat
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Now I'm rich, I once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
Out the back for touchin' my back
For trying to jack every Timbaland track
Maganoo, where you was?
They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs
Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good
So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"
I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie
Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies
He he
Girl, when the bar open up five rum
Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some
9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak
Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak
Don't gotta floss, all girls know they name
Only near, chillin' in the club, no game
Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese
When the club close got his girl on her knees
Oh man please, learn the two degrees
Degree number one, keep your hon off trees
Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do
Uh huh
Tricks - is what I got in my bag
Hits - is what I make out the lab
Ritz - is the crackers that I eat
Bitch - is what a man don't need
Rubber - shows I'm a careful lover
Stutter - is what I do in trouble, what?
My man, Timbaland
He make beats for the streets
See, me and Maganoo
In the back rollin' trees
Gettin' high off the phone
Tell a nigga what chu want, HEY!
Now, I'm in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches stay
Oh by the way
Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)

Feel me
Uhh! .. Uhh!
C'mon, c'mon, ah c'mon, ah c'mon
Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma's house
In your daughter's guts, or just spazzin out
Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout
Pickin up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts
We got the clout to make you bounce a little
We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled
C'mon Bubba let's surround this biddle
While you work the back bit Timbaland work the middle
Uh-oh, uh-oh! I see ya see ya smile
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Down comes your blouse
Timb' been around 'em all
From white to black, even magnoli-all
To hit 'em in project halls
In back of the streets maybe right in front of y'all (ha ha ha)
Timb' and Bubba is a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country finest, I'm country best
Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c'mon
Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on! Witcha bad self
C'mon! Witcha bad self
I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund
Fitted Boy and Polo, and she ain't even got a son
Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some
Here Betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done
You can shake for dem but bet that you don't profit none
I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one
While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum
I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop I got the runs
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all on Timmy?
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ten grand is all they give me
Still got a grand left, can I let my hand rest
right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast
I might just snap back and cuss a broad
But this bitch is truly blessed so I must applaud
In and out of every club in less than a hour
Sprinkle on a little Pervis like I'm fresh out the shower
Ohhhh! And rest assured Timmy runnin with Bubba
We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other
And we'll probably do the same thang next Monday evening
I gotta ride this Bentley home cause Timmy's out so we leavin, now
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
I'm comin baby as fast as I can
So while you're waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
Thank you Timmy, I don't mind yo' sloppy seconds
But when I send her back to you I bet we both infected
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
Bubba won'tcha just do what I tell ya
She got some good snapper (yes she do) damnit didn't I tell ya?
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
.. Won't you put in my mouth, won't you put in my mouth?

Timbaland
C'mon, Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Ge, ge, get on down
Ge, uh, get on down
Uhuh, get down
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhuh
Uh, uh, uh, What we bout to do is just
Just, uh, just get on down
C'uh, uh, uh, uh
Ge'uh, uh, uh, uh
Brandy, fricky er
Brandy
Don't even think about callin' me crazy
You know you peeped that lady, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And when I turned and look at you, you tried
To play it off but I can tell that you two were friends (ah)
She was just too nervous
She was lookin' like she was hurt
Like the memory had surfaced (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It kinda got her pissed (Yeah, yeah)
I'm kinda wonderin' myself
And your really no help
Tell me how you two know each other so well (Yeah, yeah)
Cause I wanna know now (Yeah)
You better start talkin' (Yeah, yeah)
Who is she to you (Yeah)
Don't lie to me
Who is she to you
My eyes can see
Something's going on between you two (Somethin's goin' on)
I think you better let me know
That's fa sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who is she to you
Don't lie to me (Don't lie)
Who is she to you
My eyes can see
Something's going on between you two (Somethin')
I think you better let me know (Oh)
That's fa sho
No matter how hard you try you can't hide it
There's no way you can deny it, oh no no (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then you wanna flip and call me insecure
I'm only buggin' because you are so suspicious (yeah, yeah)
Then ya say I don't trust ya
Can't understand why I would cuss ya
And come off so demandin'
But baby I can be, yeah (Yeah)
Now tell me what did you not say
You're wrong in the first place
For lookin' too hard over that way (Hard over that way)
And you better tell me what the deal is, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Damn right I wanna know her name (Ah)
Tell me how you know her baby (Ah)
Why did she make that face (Ah)
You were looked ashamed (Ah, ooh)
What are you not saying boy (Ah, ooh)
I'm really not playin' boy (Ah, ooh, ooh)
Gotta know right now (Ah, ohh, ohh)
You better start explainin' boy
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Uh, ge, uh, get on down
Uhuh, uhuh, Uh, uh, uh
Get on down, c'mon
T-t-t-Timbo
We gon get on down
Uhuh uh, we gon get on down (Oh)
B-Rocka, fricki uh
We gon get on down (Oh)
We gon get on down (Oh)
Timbo the king, fricki fricki fricki
Brandy the queen
We gon get on down (Oh)
We gon get on down (Oh)

Check it out
This is how I wanna spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties
(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these worldly things
A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things
When you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin'
Where we from, Timbaland
(VA)
See that's my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin' 'bout cream
Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU
All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the 'Last Dance'
It's easy past, when I'm runnin' with your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' your Mercedes, so what, nigga?
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else)
Say what, say what, say what
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
(That they wanna do)
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do)
They don't gotta nothin' else y'all, check it
Dick 'em, Court VD, now I'm sick with 'em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit with 'em
Kick 'em, nigga when you're down, look I got to get cha
Get away with the crime, that's the wrong picture
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown
Hah, yeah yo, put nick out the door
You move quick but, bitch, yeah, you're too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone wanna talk to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and Mary what's the 411?
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run
Get out the way 'cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and you's a bitch
Me die for you, girl, go dick your own bitch
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
(Say what, that they wanna do)
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do
They don't gotta do anything else, baby, say what)
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(Check it out, check it out, say what, say what, say what)
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do, say what, they don't want)
If writtin' rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People always try to bite me, yo, but they can't bite this one
They might try but you know what? You got to pay up
A samplin' fee if you bit me, like that, like that
It's the beat, like that, Ginuwine, like that
Aaliyah, like that, playa, like that
Big Rob, like that, Big E, like that
Of course, my man M A G O O and me Timbaland
Jimmy D, we out for 97E, can't forget my man Elliot
Only one, check it out, baby

To my niggas, how you feel? Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
'Cause it's a hot day around our, our way
We got the pistols around our, our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
'Cause my nigga, style, he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean, killa? I mean that bee
Those ganja trees, those cut up leaves
Please, can I get a puff? What?
Please, can I cut her up? What?
With my wiatch, pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat?
You can go down, you can go down, go down
You can go down, girl, I was just playing around
Now, back to my focus, y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker, what?
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
You know, we got plenty of smokin', open for pussy pokin'
Clown, but we ain't jokin', 2 pound of weed tokin'
Beep me at 12, noon, after my cartoons
Later for beach moves 'cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl, shorty, nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice, point and you win a forty
Six be a damn point, roll and you hit the joint
Lookin' for blazing, dude, your head was a juke joint
So as you get two dimes 'cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke, so you got two lies
Think you see two hoes 'cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards 'cause this blunt will never do
See I remain true, only toke two lies
Just to the two guys, no shake with my damn fries
Open your freakin' eyes 'cause blunt be my grand prize
Smokin' was no surprise, I'm out with my true lies
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
Playa's knockin', rockin', hoes clockin', jockin'
Yeah, sweatin', gettin', thugs threatenin', beatin
Dice shootin', smokin', hootie hootin', loakin'
Gun, I got your token, lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin', bumpin', Timb's speakers, thumpin'
Making your moves somethin', rode, it would be jumpin'
Hoe humpin', freakin', hoes silly, leakin'
Hook it up, weekend, all night, freakin'
Which trick I'm dickin', hope that she lickin'
My Kentucky chicken, damn, this enough pickin'
Just groupin', chillin', ready, able, willin'
If they blunts they fillin', party people, you dealin' with another level
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah
Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch
Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch, say what? Huh
Yo babe, come her, now let me get that
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what?
Get off, baby
Check this switch out, baby
Let me talk to you for a minute
Can we get kinky tonight?
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly

Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Check it out
This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties (Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland (VA)
See thats my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin bout cream
Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance
It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes
So what nigga
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything
else) {Yeah}
{They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it}
Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha
Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown
Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (??)
But I got my life and Mary what's the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch
Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(They don't gotta do)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, baby)
Hear dis beat
It's done by me
I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin
People always try to bite me yo
But they can't bit this one
Huh They might try
But you know what
You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me
Like that
Uh, Like that
Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that
Ginuwine, uh, like that
Aaliyah, Like that
Playa, Like that
Big Rob, Like that
Big E, Like that
Of course, my man M-A-G-OO
And me Timbaland
Jimmy D, we out for 97E
Can't forget my man Elliot
Only one
Check it out baby