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Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Timbaland(Apologize / feat.One Republic)
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INTRODUCTION팀발랜드는 미국의 힙합,R&B 프로듀서겸 가수다. 90년대에 가장 실력있는 음악 PD였으며, 그가 첫번재로 프로듀싱한 앨범은 Ginuwine의 'Ginuwine...the Bachelor' 이었다.
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Timbaland)
Buddy you cant be serious man... [Timbaland] All my ladies put up your vaseline This a party not a contest or a fight scene Come here baby wont you lick up on this ice cream Come here baby wont you get with this A team Cause we got plenty of bling, plenty of cars Plenty of things, and honey we all stars (huh) See I got the game, the game don't got me See I got the fame, the fame don't got me Why you had to leave me this way I love you till this day All I wanna see is big booties and big titties And all sexy lingerie You don't like me, you can go to hell But I'm with five chicks, sippin zippindale Laid up in the four seasons hotel All my dawgs finished, let me hear ya yell [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] Girls drop your draws for the whips and the chum Its just sin the don, molesting your thong I'm aroused spit the pound, get em around Gave her numbers to dial, now I'm all on the prowl Made a red bowl well known Left my head blown like so hard, oh god Shes a actress, I need prophylactics Ran to the store, I cant go wrong Do I want more like clear to one head Spread your legs on my Versace bed spread My wrist bricked up see the ice on my arm Need two parking lots to park my car I'ma star, play the bar here's a tip Girl move your hips, put this between your tits Buddy its a hit when I came in the door And I said it before I wanna see draws [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] I spit amazing, hot when I rap I only spend stacks, cause baby got back Shake that ass, and do what you wanna Hoes run on me like I'm the number one stunna When I walk in they started the stalkin But let me mention, I like the attention Grab they extension, and make that coochie pop Shake it don't stop, drop it like its hot Whisper in her ear, I got the big T.I.P. You gotta do more than whatchu do in V.I.P. Grab it, and shake it, and lick it around If you do it kinda proper I might stick around Slow down, hoe down, woe now It's feelin good Next day, guess whos on my two way Janet Jackson, time for action [Chorus x2] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear |
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| from Dr. Dolittle (닥터 두리틀) by Richard Gibbs [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Why Do Fools Fall In Love (바보들의 사랑) by Stephen James Taylor [ost] (1998)
I don't wanna fuss with you
So I'm gonna sit out on the couch Don't try to talk to me 'Cause boy I am locking you out I don't wanna hear a thing Nothin' you got to say You should think twice About the way you been talkin'to me Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us Ain't got no words for you So you can stop calling my friends Tellin' them it wasn't your fault And why I ain't lettin' you in Too many times before I've let you back in my life This is a new day And this won't go down tonight Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us Introduced you to Dolce and Gabanna Took you from dirt bikes to Hondas Take you from that terrible stress Now you tellin' me that I am a bother What kinda mess is that to tell a man who put you on the scene That's just like killing a dream (oh no baby) That's how it seems I work hard to build up what I have of you I pray to God there's not another man between me and you So tell me baby There's no need to lie Why you sleepin' with your eyes closed Wanna talk alright yo Better catch a cab or get on the bus I ain't got no time for you Talkin' all that junk I'm gonna pack my stuff Is this what you want I don't really care Cause there's no more us |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
You better get that thong lookin back like a chick of what don't hold back cause you know ya want it and a thug don't fight I just walk fight but there is a few things ya need a learn you must learn to breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out e.c.tra |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
This goes out It goes out To all the B Biters Timbaland got something to say ya'll Check him out This is the lil' man speaking right now Yo Timbaland kick it If it's money to be made I guess I'm the printer If it's ice to be rocked I guess I'm the winner You know my crew Ginuwine not the pretender One in a million like Aaliyah Burn like Gonorrhea what I beat the beater snares everywhere Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist Audiences growing like a newborn You must be on some new and improved Lyrically I murder tracks put two in a crew Tell me who wanna mo' Catch me in the studio what Doing a do Give me 10 minutes I'll hook you up with joint that's mean From New York VA to Cali all points in between Timbo I even bowed it down in NO And every corner that I flow You know I get it on Timbo I even bowed it down in NO And every corner that I flow I get it on Can you get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Can we get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out I'm the top nigga watch nigga hot nigga yo Shit that I dropped nonstop nigga whoa Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light Hip to the hop when I came in the do' Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' Aaliyah then Ginuwin Mag and two O's Outside production on Coko and Total Fugitive wanna buy the man for real Got warrrents beats and program to kill Timbaland nigga and I'm Ill Don't believe me Take the back of your hand and feel I'm burnin' up yo can't stop my flow I'm burnin' up ya'll can't stop my dough I'm burnin' up up top and down south they know When it come to these beats I don't play yo I get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out yeah Can we get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Now she's gon' point 'em out check it I come sweeter than a two seater Benz Have your pockets wide open have you spendin' on friends It never ends expensive indeed Without the C's lavish habits love the carats Nigga's with mad weaves Spendin' money ain't nuthin' Nigga's who style frontin' And then pretend ya gettin' old Nigga we let you know diamond district Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it Money to burn nigga when will you learn It's automatic now I realize I gotta have Lifestyles of the rich that fly assed bitch There's a track to be ripped I got the hot shit Check the whip I'm banging from my land to my six Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this Eyes closed lips sealed and prepare for the kiss And I told ya'll we won't miss what Did she get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Point 'em out what Did she get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out Can I get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out uh Can he get it on Are ya hands up Where all the playa haters at Now point 'em out nigga Now point 'em out what Now let's ride Yo Timbaland People don't understand how you do these beats yo even I don't understand You know people always tryin' to bite you And made stuff like you You da man right now I ain't mad at cha Play on playa |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh huh it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh uh huh [Tim] Uh huh it don't stop [Tim] Uh uh huh uh uh uh [Tim] It don't stop what? [Nas] Yea yea Brave hearts [Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it Verse One: Nas I splash y'all dudes with gats I use Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change I want the dough, fuck the fame Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas' Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim Liver, personification of drama Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles Chorus: Nas Please, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my gangsters To my riders, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' [Mad Skillz] Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rap Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone Chorus [Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?" Jeallllllousy I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see What? Chorus |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Timbaland] Another one [Playa CHORUS] Here we come so wave your hands For Missy Maganoo and Timbaland We gon' show you how to party right So pass the blunt to get me hyped Alright we gonna party tonight... [Magoo Verse One] If you're livin' for nothin' then start livin' for life If you're having a baby damn make her your wife If you're up in the club where the dubs start the tank Sell to the highest bid, put the cash in the bank When I'm up in your booty, you can "hoo" to my blows Damn miss, but please honey child, don't kiss All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club Maybe after the dance, then let's jump in the tub I'm a nigga wit' class, you a girl with a job Tastin my neck like corn on the cob I'm second to none, freaky as ever Go downtown, "Well I never" [Timbaland - Verse Two] Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm the man, that they call Timbaland And he deserves the word, the bir-bir-bir-b-bird understand? We gon' party, til the sun comes up Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup Ain't no stoppin', til the draws start poppin' There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' She said this, and he said that And he said that Timbaland can't rap Well I don't care cause I lay dope tracks I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that Timbaland, where you live at? VA baby, believe dat [Missy - Verse Three] Aiyyo, aiyyo Now I'm rich, I once was poor If you're late with my dough, then there's no show I grease my hair and it still won't grow If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go Out the back for touchin' my back For trying to jack, every Timbaland track Maganoo, where you was? they been bitin; our style, those silly bugs Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good So the next time they bite, then they die like "Ugh" I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies [Playa {Aaliyah} (Timbaland) - CHORUS] Here we come, so wave your hands (wave yo hands) For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (and Timbaland) We gon' show you how to party right So pass the blunt to get me hyped (blunt..to get me hyped) Alright, we gonna party tonight (Aight, we gon party, we gon party, say it, uhh) Here we come, so wave your hands (wave yo hands) {Yea} For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (and Timbaland) {Yea} We gon' show you how to party right {Yea} So pass the blunt to get me hyped (blunt..to get me hyped) {Yea} Alright, we gonna party tonight (Aight, we gon party, we gon party, say it, uhh) [Magoo - Verse Four] Hehe, yea Girl, I'm the bar, open up five rum Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some 9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak Those kinds that floss, all girls know their name Only near, chillin' in the club, no game Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese When the club close, got his girl on her knees Oh man please, learn the two degrees Degree number one, keep your hun off trees Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do [Timbaland - Verse Five] Uh huh Tricks - is what I got in my bag Hits - is what I make out the lab Ritz - is the crackers that I eat Bitch - is what a man don't need Rubbers - shows I'm a careful lover Stutter - is what I do when I'm in trouble [Missy - Verse Six - SINGING] My man, Timbaland He make beats for the streets See, me and Maganoo Is the backbone of trees Gettin' high off a phone Tellin' niggas what you on HEY! [Missy - Verse Seven - RAPPING] Now, I'm in, the S-L-K I roll up the window, so the dew won't sway Spray my hairspray so the waves won't fade So when I say stay, them bitches stay Oh by the way Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance [Repeat CHORUS] [Playa (Aaliyah)] Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea) Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea) Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea) |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Here we go again Ha ha, here we go again Make it hot, uhh (Yeah) Here we go again Make it hot Mad Huh, here we go again We're gon' make it hot Ha ha, here we go again (Yo) Skillz [Mad Skillz] Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin Flip your back out, and we can start twistin Check the intuition, the dime definition Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin Satisfaction, no competition We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin We rich and, I take you out on a mission You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and [Timbaland] 1 - (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self (Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad Repeat 1 [Mad Skillz] Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that You in the way girl? Boom when I block that Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back-acapo |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
featuring Jay Z [Jay Z] Yeah uh huh Uh huh uh huh uh... yo! Yi yea yeah Yo Timbaland wh where Missy at? (Ha ha right here Dawg) Geyeah Uh huh uh huh uh Uh huh yaknahmean? (Yeah) Lobster shrimp nigga I'm a pimp nigga Feel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga Yeah c'mon From the gutter to the rich From holes in my clothes to the most butter shit How's life what a bitch Now I rock ice for the fuck of it Your wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with? Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade (Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed I need privacy I pull up the back shade Initials on the headrest, it's official Style so sick I need bedrest, nigga I got issues (Say what?) I hate fake bitches, "you gotta wait" bitches "I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date" bitches (Is that right?) Hot shot niggaz, talk to the cop niggaz "Money, that's my girl," cock block niggaz See you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggaz Talk a lot of shit with, no Glock niggaz It's Jigga baby, let it be known I'm the king, I could never be dethroned Thank God Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yo Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga) Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga) Yo, ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga And I came to put it down for y'all, what? Call me, fitty plus, niggaz envious Drop top, Jigga, leave em in the dust You got a lot of crew, do any of em bust? Hell no, Jigga off the hook, "Hello!" They call me poppy seed, this is hot to me I got this lock and key, I got cities Under Siege When I'm in L.A. the six-four is ill When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through with the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoe Mami screamin, "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?" And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back" It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game but y'all can't ball like Chicago centers This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz It's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!" 1 - Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga) Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga) Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga And I came to put it down for y'all Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga) Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga) Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga And I came to put it down for y'all Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hear Timbo' on the CB, need some info Your chick is with you Dawg? [Timbaland] Gotta be, 10-4 I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo' [Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor [Timbo] Tires left skid marks, whoa [Jay-Z] Shit's about to start [Timbo] How we got there? [Jay-Z] Snatched the case of Crist' up out the car Can you stand the rain cause it's pourin now [Timbo] I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now! [Jay-Z] If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now [Timbo] Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around [Jay-Z] Freak or freeze, if the answer really is no Girl I leave so fast you can speak to my breeze She said, "You're stressin me now," Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child [BOTH] We about to cook [Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then [BOTH] LET'S BE OUT! Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Timbaland] That's how we do it y'all Timbaland, Jay-Z Two pimps Two pimps Two pimps baby Put it down Don't you like that? We like to do it like that We like to ride these tracks Uhh, you don't think we two pimps? Huh, holla back You know what? Tell you somethin like this With the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanes Ha ha, money ain't a thang Ha ha, I got no thangs you know what I'm sayin? You know why? Cause I'm a pimp And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin? That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight So we gotta be out let it ride like this Bounce |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Timbaland] You see? I think it's time for me put it down.. .. for my females hahah I'ma let my females shine on this track You see? I ain't biased I ain't racist either So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in [Mocha] The one boss bitch not on that horse shit Honey I wanna score with money I'm all for it Speak the raw shit they on the floor quick Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick? Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em My style is my own, and a shorty, can't test it So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X) What cha know about this, ha? You don't know Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough You can never doubt this, ha? Ha? [Mocha] Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong Talk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?) I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep that Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crack Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3 Got a 6? I got a stack Got a whip? I got a jet Got a clip? I got a tec That's why you not a threat Wanna know how you could be down too? Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh" Been through it, put too much into it And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid Chorus {except last line} [Timbaland] Babe Blue [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads Shorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most high Babe Blue, livin loca I crush all those, small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe You ain't seein mine, I walk right in the club You one of them chicks that be in line Me? Studded out, ice flooded out Bitch you ain't nice - please, cut it out Bronx to the death, we gon' spit raw Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin through Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do? Chorus [Timbaland] It ain't over! [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me? Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey Start the biddin wars at 1.2 We gonna show all of y'all what one joint do You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me? See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy? Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail ma But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all Chorus [Timbaland] Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat? Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh (1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live What what? Uh uh uh uh What cha know about this, ha? |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
C'mon ah what Ah what C'mon ah what Ah what C'mon c'mon ah what Ah 1 Life 2 Live what Ah what Live huh Yeah Y'all cats ain't ready I'm just too much When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much If I ain't known you twenty year I don't trust you much Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers yeah I don't care if they crackin' down I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns Smash you down patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo' round Pass the crown to the new female king This is real dog you nuthin' but a lean out thing Like the end of the world We put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes yeah they all gon' flock And you go against us and you all gonna flop When we reign you gon' need more than a mop nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like y'all do What what what what When we spit yo we never run outta rounds This is life ball not football you outta bounds Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now For those that's not lost tell y'all hoe's to stop Cuz the union is in here toast it up When they shoot you suppose to duck Look at them by the bar posing drunk Say what We don't care who we toa in here We get you for how much you gross this year You not a punk you suppose to fear Better not come until the coast is clear Totin' beer you hatin' sayin' how they get a deal that fast But even without this rap game I still have cash My mommy wears a money wiz I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret Just to cover her punani hair Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like y'all do you didn't think I was coming My people can't stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it Are ya gon' move The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance I don't care you leave but you still be my man I don't get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats rhyming sound so unique His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy Ya need the same identity to find how he soars He's the wicked man the wicked just begun Call him Timbaland the resurrection Clearese Don't try to hide from ya fear Clearese Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear Clearese This is the love man you're talking to Clearese His beats are dope try to tell you Can't nobody see us in the nine eight Or the nine nine You're late You're late You're late You're late You're late Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like y'all do What what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what Can't nobody do it like we do What what what what what Can't nobody do it like y'all do Like y'all the public Is y'all the public Ya do it so well This goes out to y'all Quiet Storm Z man 1 Life 2 Live Little Man Wanna thank y'all For makin' us Who we are today |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup? Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what? (Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on) Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup? (Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on) Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what? (Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on) Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup? (Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on) Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what? Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup? (Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on) Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what? (The first verse, bird) [Timbaland] It's a hot Saturday My little sister's outside Playin' patty cake (patty cake) My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen) Wit' the Shake 'n Bake Magoo got on the stockin' cap Tryin' to pick this way I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta' A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit And ain't no time (time) for the D-Q I say who-dee-who [Static] Pass me the courvoisier It's a party-yea, it's time to play I see today is a good day I'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screen I may not be the giant but I want that jolly green I got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?) Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for you For they yak can't hold me back So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tell me where the party at [Timbaland] Pick it pick it pick it up [Yoshamine] You and I goin' do that damn thing, ma |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Ludichris Verse One] I be that nigga named Ludi a k a L O V A L O V A Fuck that shit Nigga what you wan say one time Southside let's ride (say what) And if you love what you do do what you feel Then I know you gonna mark my words Yall drop shit like birds Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served Just lay it on down Just lay it on down While we relax to the tight raps And the phat tracks That that nigga Timbaland put down Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit Don't have no time for the patient Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit And time flies, when I'm havin' fun I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just 뱑un baby run? I guess that they can't handle this Brothers just to scandalous If you don't wanna get freaked then get out my way like an ambulance (say what) Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit (uh oh) [Ludichris - Verse Two] Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack Showin' them where that love's at So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks Punada happy Givin' up that nappy dug out Get the cut up, then I cut out Why you standin' ther wit' yo Bud out (wha) And it's always in the back of my mind Wherever the place, whenever the time Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder And put so much lighter in yo life, make the roaches scatter So what does it matter, I'm ready to get ya Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar So I can freak ya like I just met ya Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac Nick nack paddy wack, give a dong a bone, wack Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh) [Ludichris] Yo love is supa, kinda fragilistic You don't know how bad I fist it Broke and don't fix it Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit Reminisce like Mary I gotta pop that cherry Kinda like that coochie You wanna be my hoochie Better than my advesary Don't be so scary Never thought that you could act up Make a nigga wanna back up Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up So we can slip and slide Make you wanna dip and dive Trippin' while we rip and ride Til I get to the coming side Got you where I want yo ass In the case of an emergency, break the glass Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past We be happy if we had more blunts to pass Get done up and run up And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to I wake 멷m up like a rooster Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster No worry, no hurry No pain, no gain Keep yo eyes on strain Cuz ain't a damn thing changed Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yea [Repeat CHORUS TWO] [Crowds] Let me touch it, let me touch it Let me feel it, let me feel it Let me grab it, let me grab it Fat rabbit, fat rabbit (repeat x4) [Timbaland] Wha, uh huh Yea Dirty South, can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, (uh huh) can yall really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
featuring Twista [Timbaland talking:] Da Da Da Da Da Da Yes yes yes yes yes yes It's me again baby Timbaland And uh we doin somethin like dis Hear da beat? Uh (clapping) Say what? Thats right Thank you thank you thank you (laughing)Uh right now Ima bring a special guest in He gon' rip it for me like this check it out [Twista] Who am I Nigga wid tha blunt steady trippin, sippin on the concoction, with tha gun cocktin Drum knockin, gotta get off Bitches and killas in the front watchin Flowin with like a finna studda some Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were Ima flow until my belly hurt Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt Let it ruff, ooh Feels like anotha one Who you be? Mr. Shystie The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea The muthafucka most likely To get a tuba with the opposition in my position I break em off when I give em tha heat Steady re' for rollin Bullets body decomposion I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat You remember the beat Conversation we had When my adrinallin was rushin Check yo brakes and knee pads When the twis to get tha bus in Bodys gon' get rushed in I can make em hit tha dance flo Brothas, bitches, and hustlers I get up in the guts homie, never phoney Hitta wigga when he run up on me Yall muthafuckas still don't know me Let em' learn slowly [Chorus:]2x Who you be? Im tha one that stay high Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys with tha thugga hands up in the sky neva shy he's fly Who am i, who you be? I'm the one's gon' get buck T-straight from the Chi Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck With tha party up and pimp struck T-N-T now I say who am I Who you be? Who am I? The one who's surrounded by the wood 500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood And Im always in tha mix of some shits Scoop a shawty an she thick And tha bitch getts grip in them hips Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal So I tricked on that bitch Now who you be? The one who's on tha dance floor Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes Freak on a bad hoe you's could really wanna flash gold Turn a hater to a sass hoe Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes Though see niggas see Gs to take Run up to tha car, got no thangs They got CDs to break, no easy pace Who you be? The crime cause other obituary an uligy Photo stank and yall be who to see Only smokin it wid you and me Lets go hang out where tha booty be I was on sumthin, no frontin Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin Grinnin while up in the curb Wanna journey for herb Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin True indeed Chorus 2x The one thats flowin fluently Make yo baby say goo to me Whatcha did to her Didn't ask why I hit her for Cause the game like liturature Get it Get it gurl I don't know what you was waitin on But if you aint wid a partna This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon party till we sky high To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes, pimps strikin fees and red bones Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols The one that be kickin off air time )From sunrise ta bedtime All of yall need ta know me, the one an only Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi Makin compotition die slowly Who am I? Chorus 2x [Timbaland] Ha ha ha ha Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya Ha ha I do it like that, I put it down For tha 98 or TNT Thang ya know what Im sayin Timbaland and Twista Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya? I put it down for all parts of the area We out |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Missy] Yo yo yo yo Wah wah wah Yea yo yo Wah wah wah wah Wah wah wah wah (uh huh) Yo yo Wah wah wah [Kelly Verse One] I trusted her my home girl from school (yea yea) Introduced her to my man they became cool (uh) She told me that that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah) I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo) They were [CHORUS] Talking on the phone (talking on the phone) Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man) Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone) Callin' him on the phone [Kelly - Verse Two] Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slick They smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky) You don't know what, what I've been through I get it first, then I do it You [Repeat CHORUS] [BRIDGE] Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo) Daaaa, da da Da da, da da (yo yo yo) Daaaa, da da Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo) Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo yo) Da da, da da (ficky ficky) [Missy] Ficky ficky ficky S-U-P-A Fly, I'm cute I, keep yall bitches, chicken like soup What yall wan' do, I'm not that chick to talk shit Nor I'm that chick to fuck wit' Did you hear this? Did you get this? Watch Missy flip like an acrobatic My automatic Tongue tactic Flows like this Be the muthafuckin' shit (shit echoes) [Alien voice] What I need right now Is for yall You and Kelly I need for yall to To come meet me in space Now could yall sing that for me again That first verse [Kelly] I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea) Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh) She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah) I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo) They were [Repeat CHORUS] [Alien voice] How do yall like space? (wah wah wah wah) Can you dig it? Now if you like space for all my martian people out there I need all yall to put yalls hand up If you can feel me So I need Kelly to sing the second verse for me [Kelly] Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slick They smile in my face, all on my man's (ohh...ficky ficky) You don't know what, what I've been through I get it first, then I do it (what she doin' girl) You Talking on the phone (say what) Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it) Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea) Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo) Talking on the phone (I'm feeling quite good right now) Talking on the phone (but it's time for me to take my spaceship to another level) Talking on the phone (cuz right now I dont think the world is ready for Timbaland) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I'm on that next level, can you dig it) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it) Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don't think so) [Alien] Come to the light, Kelly! |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Uh huh uh huh Uh uh uh uh (oogie oogie overlaps) Ginuwine [Ginuwine Verse One] You can't fool me girl I know you well What's on your mind It ain't hard to tell Don't leave me now Don't play wit' me You think I'm blind But baby I can see I saw your eyes from across the room You was checkin' me out and I was scopin' you too Don't say I'm wrong (what) Don't mind those eyes I'ma call your bluff So baby tell me why [Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS] Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves) Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel) Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time) I gotta know, baby let me know (repeat x2) [Ginuwine - Verse Two] Could you have told me girl Is what I said You can tell the truth I'm all in your hand And what's wrong wit' that Are you ashamed of me? You can fool your girls But you can't fool G I saw your eyes, from across the room You was checkin' me out, I was scopin' you too Oh I'll turn and walk away If you deny (I) But before I go Could you tell me why [Repeat CHORUS x2] [Timbaland Baby baby Baby baby What's yo name What's yo name How bout you How bout you Come play our game Come play our game It's me and Ginuwine It's me and Ginuwine A new day and time A new day and time C'mon baby C'mon baby Wha wah wha Wha wah wha [Repeat CHORUS x 3] |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
[Missy] Uhh yo Uhh.. uhh Uhh yo yo John Blaze John Blaze Uhh uh huh Uhh UHH mm hmm mm hmm Yo John Blaze ehehehe [Aaliyah] + (Missy) Why can't I explain (I explain) explain (explain) And you keep me so amazed (mmm) I'm so amazed/(I'm so amazed) Why do (yes) I feel this way (uh huh uh huh uh huh) Could it be (uh huh) you're John Blaze/(John Blaze) You're John Blaze (uh-huh) Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh) You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze) In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah You're John Blaze (say what?) You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo) Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh) You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze) In every way (ehehehe) You're John Blaze/(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo) Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh) Do you know, what I'm talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo) Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way All I know (uh-huh), is you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze) You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze) Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh) You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze) In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze (yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John) Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?) You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you're John Blaze) In every way (say what?) You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze [Missy + Aaliyah] I don't what it is, it's somethin bout you Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze You bad to the gizza, izza, kizza Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly Nigga say what? I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin bout you Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze You crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizza Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly Nigga ehehehe, yeah [Aaliyah] Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mind You look so fine In every way, every way You look John Blaze, you're John Blaze Boy you blowin my mind You look so fine, so fine In every way, ooh yeahahehahh You look John Blaze, John Blaze |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Oahahohhhhhhhh Happy birthday baby Baby baby baby Girl when you're with me you know we ball For sure And baby every time I have a ball With you So I made reservations for this special day Baby Baby bring your baby oil and your lingerie C'mon We got a five star room the luxury suite With marble floors and don't thank me Cause I did I did this for your birthday All for you, all for you With a king size bed, the Cognac bar The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday Yeahahahah, yeah yeah yeah Whoahowhoa, ahh yeah I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for you That's how I brought myself to buy this expensive room Let's do it in the jacuzzi On the balcony, baby, whoahhahhh Girl let's enjoy this special night Cause the bill's on me We got a five star room, the luxury suite With marble floors, and don't thank me Cause I did I did this for your birthday Whoo! Do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby! With a king size bed, the Cognac bar The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday I'm what you want, I'm what you need Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor Let's get in the chair - in the chair On the sink - on the sink In the bed - in the bed Back on the rug - back on the rug In the tub - in the tub I perform - I perform Anywhere - anywhere Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor Let's get in the chair - in the chair On the sink - on the sink In the bed - in the bed Back on the rug - back on the rug Or in the tub - or in the tub I'll perform - I'll perform Anywhere - anywhere You have a five star room, the luxury suite With marble floors, and don't thank me Cause I did I did this for your birthday You seem like you've been workin so hard With a king size bed, the Cognac bar The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday Happy birthday birthday baby! We got a five star room, the luxury suite With marble floors, and don't thank me Cause I did I did this for your birthday Yeahhhhhhh! With a king size bed, the Cognac bar C'mon in, c'mon in The sweet TV with the VCR And I did it I did this for your birthday Yeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh |
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from Timbaland - Tim's Bio (1998)
Oh Well well well well mmm Oh ho oh oh oh ho oh Mmm mmm uh uh Oh yeah Oh yeah yea Verse One Tell me why you trippin' out on me mm Everytime I wanna hang out You get mad at me Why can't I do the things that I like to do mmm Why can't you put your trust in me Like I put my trust in you Even if I'm... Chorus Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey Even if the guys try to tip me with their money I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey Verse Two Why you wanna argue with me, all the time? Even when I'm out with my girls You be on my mind Why can't you sit down And understand That no matter where I be, or where I am I let them know that you're my man, you're my man Chorus Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey Even if the guys try to tip me with their money I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey Bridge No one but you I'll be coming home to you No one but you Even if it's after two Chorus Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning I won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honey Even if the guys try to tip me with their money I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey |
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