Timbaland (feat. Magoo, Missy Elliott) "Here We Come"
Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment
[Timbaland] Another one
[Playa] 1 - 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
[Magoo] 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"
[Timbaland] 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
[Missy] 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
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[Magoo] 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
[Timbaland] 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?
[Missy] 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!
[Missy] 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