Ãëàâíàÿ>Òåêñòû ïåñåí>Timbaland
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Timbaland (Òèìîòè Çàêåðè Ìîñëè) - àìåðèêàíñêèé ïåâåö, ðîäèëñÿ 10 ìàðòà 1972 ãîäà. Íà÷àëî êàðüåðû - 1990 ãîä.
Òåêñòû ïåñåí:
3:30 in the Morning
Oh
Well well well well, mmm
Oh ho oh oh oh ho oh
Mmm, mmm, uh uh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yea
Verse One
Tell me why you trippin', out on me, mm
Everytime I wanna hang out
You get mad at me
Why can't I do the things, that I like to do, mmm
Why can't you put your trust in me
Like I put my trust in you
Even if I'm...
Chorus
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
Verse Two
Why you wanna argue with me, all the time?
Even when I'm out with my girls
You be on my mind
Why can't you sit down
And understand
That no matter where I be, or where I am
I let them know that you're my man, you're my man
Chorus
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
Bridge
No one but you
I'll be coming home to you
No one but you
Even if it's after two
Chorus
Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey
Baby Bubba
[Petey Pablo]
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
Heyyyyyy
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward
[Timbaland]
Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS
all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads
HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl
We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated
by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!
What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?
What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?
Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality
The come of the me, the come of the Pete
The come of the 'goo, the come of the G
[Chorus]
[Magoo]
Mag spit it 'til I die fucker
You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)
from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter
Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them
This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH
We do it country cause we proud of this shit
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Beep Beep
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Now
How many people want to, huh
Learn this method I have with these beats?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Now
How many songs I’m gonna hear on the radio that sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of....
Maganoo aka magoo word
You know what I’m saying? I’m putting this man down
Cause he got it like that, don’t bite him
And of course missy elliott
We put it down like that for the 9-7
This is my dialogue on this album
It’s magoo’s album featuring me, timbaland
Cause he’s so ill, I can’t even rap over it
Magoo can rap over it, but I can let him rap over it
Cause I got my man jimmie d
On that engineer board
And we do this like everyday, all day 24 hours
You know what I’m saying making this money
I ain’t got to rap,all I got to do is talk on this track
And you will still buy it, you know what I’m sayin?
It’s like that
So missy tell em what I’m gonna say
[missy]
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Vroooooooom (I got em baby)
Beep, beep, beep, beep (beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep)
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Who got the keys to the jeep? (I got em baby)
Vroooom
Beep, beep, beep, beep(beep, beep, beep)
[timbaland]
Alright
Now it’s time for me to go
I done told y’all bout the sad show
Music’s so ill
It makes niggas want to kill
Big up to larell high
That’s my east school coast, word
I know you gonna play this in your eddie bauer, word
Uh-huh, word, uh-huh
Can you bang it larry? uh-huh
Why you banging it?
Who the f is this?
Birthday
[playa]
Oahahohhhhhhhh
Happy birthday baby
Baby, baby, baby
Girl when you’re with me, you know we ball
For sure
And baby every time I have a ball
With you
So I made reservations for, this special day
Baby
Baby bring your baby oil, and your lingerie
C’mon
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don’t thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
All for you, all for you
With a king size bed, the cognac bar
The sweet tv with the vcr
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahahahah, yeah yeah yeah
Whoahowhoa, ahh yeah
I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for you
That’s how I brought myself to buy this expensive room
Let’s do it in the jacuzzi
On the balcony, baby, whoahhahhh
Girl let’s enjoy this special night
Cause the bill’s on me
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don’t thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
Whoo! do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby!
With a king size bed, the cognac bar
The sweet tv with the vcr
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
I’m what you want, I’m what you need
Let’s get on the floor - let’s get on the floor
Let’s get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed
Back on the rug - back on the rug
In the tub - in the tub
I perform - I perform
Anywhere - anywhere
Let’s get on the floor - let’s get on the floor
Let’s get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed
Back on the rug - back on the rug
Or in the tub - or in the tub
I’ll perform - I’ll perform
Anywhere - anywhere
You have a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don’t thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
You seem like you’ve been workin so hard
With a king size bed, the cognac bar
And you need just a special day
The sweet tv with the vcr
Yeahhahayeah ohh yeah
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Happy birthday birthday baby!
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
Wait a minute!
With marble floors, and don’t thank me
Wait, wait.. wait!
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahhhhhhh!
With a king size bed, the cognac bar
C’mon in, c’mon in
The sweet tv with the vcr
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh
Bringin It
What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question:
Who be the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It's mob official
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin' it
What y'all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y'all in p-town
Know about this
What y'All in Hoviay
Know about this
Check it out
I'm ya p-town hit man
I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
I told you that I'm project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci
don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me
I'm ghetto fabulous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, "What?"
Always carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y'all V-A
know about this
What y'all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y'all in Nomo
Know about this
What y'll in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy
See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The real on how I let shit go
But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you
What y'all in V-A
Know about this- I told you
What y'all in Nomo, what
Know about this, what
Ching Ching
[Nelly Furtado]
what about my ching ching ching
what about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
what about my ching ching ching
what about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
what about my ching ching ching
what about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
what about my ching ching ching
what about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
[Timbaland]
Leave it girl'¦
Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash
People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates
Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast
Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for
It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour
And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip
If I been wit a chick, check me miss
Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips
But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta
No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters
If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
But tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
And I say
[Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Miss. Jade]
Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia
Ran the yards and the meters, nuttin' but hating between us
Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich
Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks
Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mommy
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes
Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow
So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours
I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores
I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops
Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother
Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score
You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga
[Miss. Jade & Nelly Furtado]
What about your ching ching ching
What about your bling bling bling
So what you spent up all your money today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Miss. Jade & Nelly Furtado]
What about your ching ching ching
What about your bling bling bling
So what you spent up all your money today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Miss. Jade]
Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring
Frequent Coach, mink coats, cruises on ships and boats
I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls
Since day one it was ours it never was yours
Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture
Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer
No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you
[Nelly Furtado]
All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything
I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive
I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Timbaland & Nelly Furtado]
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
[Nelly Furtado]
What about the money that I spent up today
What about his ching ching ching
What about his bling bling bling
What about his money that I spent up today
[Nelly Furtado]
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling blign bling
What about the money that I spent up today
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
What about my ching ching ching
What about my bling bling bling
What about the money that I spent up today
Clock Strikes
[timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain’t over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
Dot-dot-dot da party ain’t over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? uh-huh, what, the party ain’t over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[magoo]
I’ma kill you all, like o.j.
Diss maganoo, for real you must pay
Listen to the way my rap flow delay
His mama named him clay, i’ma call him play
Back of the bus, with rosa parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to va, look psychadelic
Y’all be killin me, for real on the really
Recognize the p, when you see he
Sport the kangol with n-i-k-e
Break me off a piece of that, kit-kat
You do the horse and make your gucci wet
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
Said real low, ’hey whatcha doin? ’
Don’t you know I’ve been rappin on tracks
Since back in the days when sex was eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like duran duran
Black as buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to your girl, hey what’s yo’ number
You and your crew must be dumb & dumber
[timbaland]
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats, I’m a fly band
Not peter piper but, peter pan
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dumb-dumbs
When the, clock, strikes, twelve and it’s on
People already already feelin my groove
Now’s the time for, me to show and prove
Now it’s time to get back to my basic method
Record and play play play each segment
*chorus*
Sardines! hey, and pork and beans, ha-hah
Do you know what that means?
It’s twelve o’clock, and the party just don’t stop
(repeat 2x)
Aight?
[magoo]
When it come to flows you best to re-up
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to spain
My mind go in space when I’m kissin on jane
Can’t stand the rain, but, love missy
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me I’m chico undercover at the nico
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like frito if you’re white then amigo
In my plat tuxedo, the rap al pacino
Star in casino, to a veterino
Not italia-no, but still gambino
Most of y’all rappers can’t do your part
I’ma finish up what you all can’t start
Got no heart I thought on your lp
I’m on your radio and on your tv
*chorus* 2x
[timbaland]
And pork and beans
Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz
[mad skillz]
Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (my man)
Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (my man)
Who hit that, split that, keep it coming
Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (my man)
That’s what I thought; quick, I’m too slick to get caught
If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought
The boss, and rapper out get tossed
I don’t care if you got a 50 page ad in the source
Of course lo life, lo life’s my name
If you john blaze, then I’m james flames
Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track
So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back
Cop That Shit/ Cop That Disc
[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]
Da Funk
[Timbaland]
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you want it? Uh uh uh what
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you want it? Uh uh uh say what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you want it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you want it? Part two part two
[Bassey]
Why you always askin' me why I talk like that?
What, you think you betta, nigga, cuz your pockets are fat?
Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whip
You know me and I don't think I have to explain
You that same crotty nigga that fucked that bitch in my Range
It was the same, life, it was talked up a good game
Between that money and that pussy that she claim to fame
[Timbaland]
Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap lies
It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs
Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover
You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your Rover
It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like that
Don't try to explain, get yo ass to the back
Never ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team
Now baby dove, get the keys to your Beem'
1 [Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to me?
[Bassy]
Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassy]
Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to me?
[Bassey]
Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassey]
Because you always playin' games with Bassy
[Bassey]
I done met many players that act like you
Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw
Instead of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'
Cuz you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm whipped
Got numerous niggas that be rottin' my shit
And the last thing I need is a nigga for kicks
I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on Gucci
Fuck the money and diamonds cuz nigga, I'm still shinin'
[Timbaland]
Look at you, girl, talkin' trash
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your ass
Don't try to get on my track and clown
You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown
Why you tryin' to start trouble in my can?
Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped
Keep on givin' me the cold shoulder
Now I got to get the keys to the Roller
You gone
Repeat 1
[Bassey]
It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the love
Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream of
I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks
Cardierre wrist wear with the shivel on top
Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me
Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy)
Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy
Cuz I hooked up and got with your man, nigga scrammed
[Timbaland]
Girl, what you know about Cardi and wrist wear?
When you don't even wear Vic's Underwear
Think before you start talkin' shit
Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and whips
I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedos
I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people
I keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' to
Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Deep in Your Memory
[timbaland]
Whas happenin dude?
Whatchu thinkin about there?
What’s goin on? talk to me
I know you’re thinkin
What? must be a lot on your mind
Express yourself fool
Tell me what you thinkin about, nigga
[magoo]
Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it together
With any stress I’m copin like a flesh wound I’m open
Still got balls after vasectomies
My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss
My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on, I’m quick to dress back up
I’m chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up
Butt naked, like adam and eve on christmas eve
Who is god? white the devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream and y’all playin parts in it?
You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin
Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked, bamboozled
Led astray, til all our business on rent in late
Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2x)
Am I underrated? thinkin bout it get me frustrated
I’m elated, that keep it real is outdated
Graduated, from pg now I’m x-rated
Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it
Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person
See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin
Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?
Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I’m arrivin
Surprisin realizin magnetisin
This rhyme bend how I’m risin, hypnotizin
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No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin
When I’m sleep I die, when I wake up I’m born
I leave the earth each day to get my soul reborn
So to God I pray, I make it through this day
This must be deja vu, cause I relive this day
Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2x)
[timbaland]
Bring it on it, freak it on it
[magoo]
Child abused, as a child
Child magoo, buck-wild
Wel-fare, met the cake
Too much sugar, in the kool-aid
Mis-fit, un-til
I fucked jiil, on the hill
Look, out, heads, up
To the girls, let’s buck
Like, night-shade, grows
Workin dope, mind, flows
But, please, I’m on hot
I cook, non-stop
Stick a pin, in some paper
Take notes, play ya later
Praise, god, he, made ya
No, man, but, praiser
Somewhere in your mind
When you think deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2x)
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