Timbaland - You Lied, You Cheated Lyrics

You Lied, You Cheated Lyrics - Timbaland

My baby girl is waiting in my bedroom at home for me,
Another girl, is waiting in a hotel alone for me!
What's going on?
I'm dead wrong, maybe I am right for her!
And when I get home, the only thing I'ma hear all night from her is:
[Chorus:]
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Be glad you're breathing! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more! (you're crazy)
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Watch your back and I mean it! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more!
You're crazy girl! why you're talking all bad about me, baby?
I'm pretty sure, that you can't live life without me baby!
You wanna call me names,
Wanna try to leave and then come after me,
Say crazy things, why you're doing stuff baby?
You're scratching me!
[Chorus:]
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Be glad you're breathing! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more! (you're crazy)
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Watch your back and I mean it! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more!
Think I'm crazy now?
You really don't wanna see me explode!
Like a time bomb!
Watching every moving I'm in the blow!
Remember the last time you begged me to stay when I wanted to go?
Now do it again, going down like you haven't seen before, cause
I know I'm convinced you've been on the...
Remember, be back...
You know three is a crime!
[Chorus:]
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Be glad you're breathing! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more! (you're crazy)
You lied, (you're crazy) you cheated (you're crazy)
And you ain't got one good reason! (you're crazy)
Watch your back and I mean it! (you're crazy)
You ain't gonna cheat at me no more!
2011 timbaland the king!
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Timbaland - Writtin' Rhymes Lyrics

Writtin' Rhymes Lyrics - Timbaland

Timbaland:
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

Verse 1: (?????)

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 that's 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

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

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

Verse 2: Magoo
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

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

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)

Timbaland:

Hear dis beat
It's done by me
I do them I'll 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
The fight just begun we out

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Timbaland - Wit' Yo' Bad Self Lyrics

Wit' Yo' Bad Self Lyrics - Timbaland

[timbaland]
Here we go again
Ha ha, here we go again
Make it hot, uhh
(yeah) here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh, here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(yo) skillz

[mad skillz]
Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin
Flip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? yo, that cat missin
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the v-12, we leave him the 6's
What's the deal? fulfill every wish and
Haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like slick rick and

Chorus: timbaland (repeat 2x)

(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit' yo' bad self
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit' yo' bad
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit' yo' bad self
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit' yo' bad

[mad skillz]
Now what you want? prada, escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your hustle? I ain't tryin to knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that
You'd think I had the keys boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin in love? oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that

Chorus

[mad skillz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, "ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour? "
"since you ain't tryin to go boo, what you askin for? "
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin like the next world war
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like jay said, "love it or hate it, eith-er or"

Chorus

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

Chorus (w/o timbaland)

(go ahead) 2x

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Timbaland - Wit Yo Bad Self Ft. Mad Skillz Lyrics

Wit Yo Bad Self Ft. Mad Skillz Lyrics - Timbaland

[Timbaland]
Here we go again
Ha ha, here we go again
Make it hot, uhh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot Mad
Huh, here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

[Mad Skillz]
Now listen, baby girl, I don't like kissin
Flip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's
What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and
haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like Slick Rick and

Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)

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

[Mad Skillz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin in love? Oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I'm hittin it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that

Chorus

[Mad Skillz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"
"Since you ain't tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?"
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin like the next World War
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"

Chorus

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

Chorus (w/o Timbaland)

(Go ahead) 2X

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Timbaland - Who Am I Lyrics

Who Am I Lyrics - Timbaland

[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?
That's 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 that's 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 that's 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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Timbaland - Whenever You Like Lyrics

Whenever You Like Lyrics - Timbaland

Yow, yow, this is Timbaland Thursday!
Girl, I like the way you move,
I like the way you're talking,
I like the way you groove!
I like the way that you...
I like to play your games, for me I play it cool,
... you got a man going,
You got my brain going, make me wanna sing a song!
You make the melody, making me wanna sing along,
I make yourself cry, have your ringing the alarm!
And when I'm afraid to walk, you light...
... over why you say it all!
... hid in the corner, there won't be sleep at all!
.dropping 'till you sign off,
I like the way you do make a move when I lose,
I like seeing you breaking rules, acting fool!
You like the way I'm upon it an when you say you do
I make you feel even happier when you're playing rules!

[Chorus:] (x3)
You can have you way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!

You got me jumping like bungee,
I'm asking how high,
Sweetest... potato pie cause you... the fly guy!
You got me feeling so type
The way I can't even explain it,
And at the end of the day maybe you should complain it!
I wanna pay more attention to you,
How much do I owe ya?
I'd die for you and show you...
You got me open like pocket,
But it's only fish in my brook,
Hook with one look, yeah, that's what took!
You got me going like I'm dead in the middle of...
My heart is chrome, going crazy like...
And you use... you hit me in the ball's eye
You got me falling like a sky dive!

[Chorus:] (x3)
You can have you way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!

I heard that you like me,
And your body excites me,
So why you're playing hard?
Why don't you come to me,
Why don't you come to me?
Why don't you come to me?
Why don't you come to me?
I heard you just like me
Won't you come and invite me,
So we can take a walk?
Why don't you come to me,
Why don't you come to me?
Why don't you come to me?
Why don't you come to me?

[Chorus:] (x3)
You can have you way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
You can have your way whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!
Whenever you like!

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Timbaland - What Cha Talkin' About - Timbaland Lyrics

What Cha Talkin' About - Timbaland Lyrics - Timbaland

[Intro]
(What cha talkin' 'bout?)
[Repeat above throughout intro]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Repeat 1]

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

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

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

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

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

[Repeat 1]

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Timbaland - What Cha Know 'Bout This Lyrics

What Cha Know 'Bout This Lyrics - Timbaland

[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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Timbaland - We Belong To The Music Lyrics

We Belong To The Music Lyrics - Timbaland

Put your hands up!

I'm gonna put on my dancing shoes
And find a crazy outfit
'Cause tonight it's all about you
I can't wait to show you all my new moves
I got a brand new 2 step
You gonna like this outfit
I got you all right here
No need for you to go anywhere (anywhere, anywhere)

Turn it up until you can't rock anymore
Mr DJ... look at what you made me do out on the floor
That's what we say

(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you
(Hey, Hey)
That's right we ain't moving
We don't answer to you
It's a party we can dance if we want to
C'mon and party like it ain't no curfew
(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you

I'm gonna call all my friends
Gonna have a good time
Sure it'll be crazy
Tonight it's all about us
Feelin' real good, can you blame me?
I gotta brand new hair due (hair due)
With my brand new attitude (attitude)
You can't tell me nothin', I ain't bluffin'
I'm tellin you (telling you)
Telling' you

Turn it up until it can't go anymore Mr. DJ
Look at what you made me do that on the floor
That's what we say

Hey
(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you
(Hey, Hey)
That's right we ain't moving
We don't answer to you
It's a party we can dance if we want to
C'mon and party like it ain't no curfew
(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you

What you say now?
We gone keep on dancin' til the sun comes up (hey)
What what what you say now?
People in the party can't get enough (hey)
What you say now?
We gone keep on dancin' til the sun comes up (hey)
What what what you say now?
People in the party can't get enough

Hey
(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you
(Hey, Hey)
That's right we ain't moving
We don't answer to you
It's a party we can dance if we want to
C'mon and party like it ain't no curfew
(Hey, Hey)
We belong to the music
We don't answer to you

What you say now?
We gone keep on dancin' til the sun comes up (hey)
What you what you what you what you say now?
People in the party can't get enough (hey)
What you what you what you what you say now?
We gone keep on dancin' til the sun comes up (hey! )
What you what you what you what you say now?
People in the party can't get enough

Come on now (Hey, Hey)
Come on, come on, come on now
Come on now (Hey, Hey)
C'mon now!
Don't stop the DJ (Hey, Hey)
Don't stop the DJ
Don't kill the DJ (Hey, Hey)
Don't stop the DJ
Don't kill the DJ (Hey, Hey)
We gone keep partyin' until the sun come up
Me and Miley (hey hey)

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Timbaland - We At It Again Lyrics

We At It Again Lyrics - Timbaland

[lil man] (timbaland)
Bounce!
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (ladies)
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me (fellas, uh, uh)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies)
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me (freaky fellas, ah)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies)
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me (freaky fellas)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (freaky, freaky now ladies)
Freaky, freaky, freaky

[timbaland]
Timbaland never walk in a place
He can't walk out of
Gettin rude in the place
With a gun in my waist
I just might pop out slugs
With a straight arm
Bullets stomp through your phat farm till the animals jump out of
No justifications
While my song question like that jigga what?
Im the cause that the thugs gon fight
In the club so tight, yall kyd up
Sometimes I fall, On cars I just hop right up
With the drop top and the top dropped
And your mouth drops like
What the {fuck? }
Only deal with conjunction chicks
When Im looking to hit
They give me butt
Now who da man, say timbaland!

[static](lil man)
Now off the top, Off the top
(we at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
To the ones at the club
To the people on the floor
(we at it again)
Hit in one mo gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
(we at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
To the people at the club
To the ones on the floor
(we at it again, at it again)

[magoo]
Get a fucking watch
Like brat let me see what to hit for
45 gs what I spit for
Get more money than yall
Born to ball, go to the mall
Take dat off the rack
Aint gotta shop at rack n sack
Im a man with a plan to jack
Jack your car, jack your ice
Jack your house, jack your life
Rock ma with a bud tonight
You can have the fame, gimme your loot
All your tools, all your jewels
Mag a fool
Imma blast till I can't blast
High from penicillin
Not willing to pass out till yall cash out
With a mask out man imma break the bank
Drive through town in an army tank
Yall wanna see me
Im in virginia watching tv in 3d

[static](lil man)
Now off the top, Off the top
(we at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
To the ones at the club
To the people on the floor
(we at it again)
Hit in one mo gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
(we at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
To the people at the club
To the ones on the floor
(we at it again, at it again)

[sebastian]
Listen to me
Sebastian so south that my house got candy doors
Man I'll pop a grown chick to mandy moore
Far from a 6-1 clique dropping yours
Slowmo, chrome wheels still riding fourth
Keep chicks stationary like Im leaving on tour
Palms grip a snub nose I aint leaving poor
(whoa! boy give me more)
See I be dippin and poppin the top and
These fools clockin and blockin
These ladies lovin the dough
My youngins lovin the flow
South boys back on the roll
Ladies get back on the floor
Fellas keep throwin them bowls
This how a party should go

[static](lil man)
(in background get crunk! get crunk! we at it again!)
Now off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the ones at the club
To the people on the floor
Hit in one mo gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the people at the club
To the ones on the floor
(we at it again, at it again)

Get crunk, get crunk...
We at it again
Get crunk, get crunk...
We at it again

[static](lil man)
Now off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the ones at the club
To the people on the floor
Hit in one mo gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the people at the club
To the ones on the floor

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Timbaland - We At It Again (video Remix) Lyrics

We At It Again (video Remix) Lyrics - Timbaland

[Lil' Man] (Timbaland)
Bounce!
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Fellas, uh, uh)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Now ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Freaky fellas, ah)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Now ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Freaky fellas)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Freaky, freaky now ladies)
Freaky, freaky, freaky

[Timbaland]
Timbaland never walk in a place
He can't walk out of
Gettin' rude in the place
With a gun in my waist
I just might pop out slugs
With a straight arm
Bullets stomp through your Phat Farm till the animals jump out of
No justifications
While my song question like that Jigga What?
I'm the cause that the thugs gon' fight
In the club so tight, y'all KY'd up
Sometimes I fall, on cars I just hop right up
With the drop top and the top dropped
And your mouth drops like
"WHAT THE {FUCK?}"
Only deal with conjunction chicks
When I'm looking to hit
They give me butt
Now who da man, say Timbaland!

[Static](Lil' Man)
Now off the top, Off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the one's at the club
To the people on the floor
(We at it again)
Hit in one mo' gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the people at the club
To the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)

[Magoo]
Get a fucking watch
Like Brat let me see what to hit for
45 g's what I spit for
Get more money than y'all
Born to ball, go to the mall
Take dat off the rack
Ain't gotta shop at Rack N Sack
I'm a man with a plan to jack
Jack your car, jack your ice
Jack your house, jack your life
Rock ma with a bud tonight
You can have the fame, gimme your loot
All your tools, all your jewels
Mag a fool
I'mma blast till I can't blast
High from penicillin
Not willing to pass out till y'all cash out
With a mask out man I'mma break the bank
Drive through town in an army tank
Y'all wanna see me
I'm in Virginia watching TV in 3D

[Static](Lil' Man)
Now off the top, Off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the one's at the club
To the people on the floor
(We at it again)
Hit in one mo' gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the people at the club
To the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)

[Sebastian]
Listen to me
Sebastian so South that my house got candy doors
Man I'll pop a grown chick to Mandy Moore
Far from a 6-1 clique dropping yours
Slowmo, chrome wheels still riding fourth
Keep chicks stationary like I'm leaving on tour
Palms grip a snub nose I ain't leaving poor
(Whoa! Boy give me more)
See I be dippin' and poppin' the top and
These fools clockin' and blockin'
These ladies lovin' the dough
My youngins lovin' the flow
South boys back on the roll
Ladies get back on the floor
Fellas keep throwin' them bowls
This how a party should go

[Static](Lil' Man)
(In background "Get Crunk! Get Crunk! We At It Again!")
Now off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the one's at the club
To the people on the floor
Hit in one mo' gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the people at the club
To the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)

Get crunk, get crunk...
We at it again
Get crunk, get crunk...
We at it again

[Static](Lil' Man)
Now off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the one's at the club
To the people on the floor
Hit in one mo' gin
Now say off the top, Off the top
From the candy store to the coffee shop
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
To the people at the club
To the one's on the floor

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Timbaland - Warped Lyrics

Warped Lyrics - Timbaland

Sorry, no lyrics for this song, Sorry for the inconvinience, Please Submit lyrics or leave comment

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Timbaland - Voice Mail Lyrics

Voice Mail Lyrics - Timbaland

Voice mail goes God bless me cuss Im gonna bring home to you I've seen the
World but I really haven't seen you oh you pretty girl Im gonna bring it home
To youuuuuu oh sweet sweet girla sweet sweet girl sweet sweet girl

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Timbaland - Up Jumps Da' Boogie Lyrics

Up Jumps Da' Boogie Lyrics - Timbaland

Give it up... we gon show, you how we party
[timbaland (whispering)] up jumps da boogie (repeat 3x)
(repeat all 4x)

Verse one: magoo

I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man, keep that lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
Im black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with aunt venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack sam? prepare to fuckin die
Fuck crazy joe, my name is crazy flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo
Off beat and on beat, Old school like beat street
I stink like pops feet, make sweat wit no heat

Verse two: timbaland

Im up on this track, like pam grier in movies
I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to l.a., then come back to virginia
Then call, maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, g
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my car do
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shits off-timin

Verse three: missy

Im in the marriott, the place to get got
After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, this kid named scott
Me my hot self, my self be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can't stop
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what? )
Give it to me daddy and
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what? )
Yup, yup like teddy
Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
No diggity, missy be the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better

Chorus: everybody

Give it up!
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party

Verse four: magoo

Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key
I cum cause Im a nut, don't bleed when Im cut
No fan of madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, Im butter don't need grits
Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like jews and chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo release

Verse five: timbaland

Im up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
Been makin more beats before, jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the tv
See a black man dead, from a white mans powder
See a white man scared, from a black mans power
Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo wallet please

Verse six: missy

Im the best, and that's b, and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, mcs wanna copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon do uhh, what whatcha gon do
To me, the m-i-double s-y-e
Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy

Chorus: everybody

Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
(repeat all 2x)

Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
(repeat to fade)

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Timbaland - Up Jumps Da' Boogie (remix) Lyrics

Up Jumps Da' Boogie (remix) Lyrics - Timbaland

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps

Verse 1: Magoo

Mag and double-ooh came to move your body
M-C old school like Lodi Dodi
When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie
Dance till you can't and shake your cookie
People to the left like Mag to def
People to the right need to clean your breath
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese
We the best on the scene since the three degrees
Aachoo sneeze
Cool like the breeze
Me and Timbaland two Master P's
I hope you bout it
Cause I been bout it
South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)
Driven in my '89 Mercury
Record label don't you try to carry me
Got some of that project in me
Get dem flashback, you besta all flee

Verse 2: Timbaland

I'm the dope producer in the industry
I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats
Baby, that's cool, I ain't got no beef
But you must pay me producers fee
I am the man with the I'll ass sound
I got all the execs saying I love that sound
Timbaland was next on the agenda
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter
Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a year times G
I thank god for blessing me
I give all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C
This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie
Boogie, woogie, woogie
Oogie, oogie, Oogie

Verse 3: Missy

M-C's mad at me
But you better get back
I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat
Tiggy-tigga-tat
Lay me flat on my back
In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat
You heard that
Have it, give it to me daddy
Cut it like confetti
I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready
You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin
Timbaland my man, chica my man
Beep beep
In the caravan, there go my man
Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?
Is it pissed
I make a list, Of those who diss
Who try to be me cause my style sickening
He-huh
Yeah and my phone's ringing
Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm
Gone

Chorus:

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)

Verse 4: Magoo

Verse number two
Two verse rhyme
When I get greens, I gets a dime
Peace to god, my neice, to Mario
Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario
Huckle Berry Finn
I'm country and I'm thin
They make rock eat and buy my black Benz
Hook it up with tens with candy coat
Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke
Smell like butter
Salt n' Pepa push me
How to be a player squeezin on your tushy
Mag in a row of all wannabee's
When Wimbledon drank all the teas
Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney
See another Rain, unless you know Missy
Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me

Verse 5: Timbaland

Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar
On this track Maganoo's the star
One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar
I listen to his tape driving in my car
Now let me get back into the groove
Tap the person standing next to you
Tell him or she to move side to side
And tell them to keep the party live to live

Verse 6: Missy

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me
Got to move my knees straight down to my feet
Down to my hands, clap, clap
Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie my flow
Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go
Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe
Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know

Chorus

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Timbaland - Undertow Lyrics

Undertow Lyrics - Timbaland

I don't wanna talk now
I don't wanna hear you scream no more
Want somebody to save me
Everything I do feels like it's wrong
All we do is fall down
Even though we try to stay afloat
I swear it's gonna kill me
Even though you think it wont
So why rock a boat and make waves
And everything's coming okay
So why am I confused if you love me
Thought this would be smooth sailing

Cause I don't wanna let you go
And we're caught in the undertow
Cause I ain't losing my control
And we're caught in the undertow
I hold the prayer is all our own
But we need air we go alone
Cause I don't wanna let you go
Til we're caught in the undertow

I don't wanna cry every time we try it never fails
Change the illusion wanna be close set for sail
My hearts in your hand don't you go hurt me again
All we got is one chance and it's sink or swim
So why rock a boat and make waves
And everything's coming okay
Why am I confused if you love me
Thought this would be smooth sailing

Cause I don't wanna let you go
And we're caught in the undertow
Cause I ain't losing my control
And we're caught in the undertow
I hold the prayer is all our own
But we need air we go alone
Cause I don't wanna let you go
Til we're caught in the undertow

And the world is rising
And the world is rising
And the world is rising
And the world is rising

Cause I don't wanna let you go
Through the crowd in the undertow
And I'm losing my control
Through the crowd in the undertow
And I don't wanna let you go
But we're caught in the undertow
And I'm losing my control
Though we're caught in the undertow

Our only prayer is all our own
We both need air we go alone
Our only prayer is on our own
We both need air we go alone

Cause I don't wanna let you go
I don't wanna let you go
Cause we're caught in the undertow

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Timbaland - Two Man Show Lyrics

Two Man Show Lyrics - Timbaland

Timbaland ft Elton John - 2 Man Show
[Intro Timbaland Talking, Elton Playing Piano]
Hold up Elton
Hold up
Not yet Elton
Hold up
Let the beat ride for a second...
Now..
Go head John
Go head John
I like that
Yeah
Mmm
Lets smooth it out, Lets smooth it out
Break it down like this
Ooooooo
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
(Uh huh)
(Uh huh)
(Yeah Yeah)
Move it out like this
Bring it in
[Chorus] x 2
I heard that (Yeah)
Come on and play that back (Uh Huh)
Im really feeling that (Yeah)
Im on this last track (Uh Huh)
Its just a regular (Regular baby)
2 man show (Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh I said...)
Don't it sound good to ya
Don't you agree
Don't it sound good to ya
Don't you agree
Yeah yeah
Say what?
Break it down for me
Slow it up
Yeah
Uh huh
Come on Elton
Break it down
Go!
What?
Huh??
Oh!
[Chorus]
I heard that (I Heard)
Come on and play that back (Come Play It)
Im really feeling that (Im Feelin It)
Im on this last track (On The End)
Its just a regular (Regular Baby)
2 man show (Sound So Good don't You Agree?)
I heard that (Yeah)
Come on and play that back (Uh Huh)
Im really feeling that (Yeah)
Im on this last track (Uh Huh)
Its just a regular (Regular baby)
2 man show (2 man show that is me and Elton John)

Ooooooooooo
Don't it sound good to ya
Don't you agree
Don't it sound good to ya
Don't you agree
Listen to me right here
Yeah
I like that
What?
Gimmie gimmie that
I like that
Come on yall
Take it to the high level
Go higher then that baby
Higher!
Switch it up
I like that
Uh, uh
Kill em
Yeah ease it out for them
I like that
Now grab yo cigar
Grab yo lady
Hug her tight and tell her that you love her
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Its been a pleasure yall
Shock Value is now officially over
Me, Elton John
Signing out

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Timbaland - Tomorrow In The Bottle Lyrics

Tomorrow In The Bottle Lyrics - Timbaland

All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
All I wanna do is makeup
The best part I know

Broken promises
Broken weddin vows
It's hard as lookin down
No, not even crack a smile (crack a smile)
How can I support a child?
Last time I had a job
It's been awhile
The question that remains so freely
Why does thatta happen to me (to me)
To wash away the pain
I'm drinking
I'm thinking

I waited for the day that
Together we can find another way back
But everything we've got at stake
Lets worry about today and put tomorrow in a bottle
If there's some way that we can take back
The wrong that we've created
We can change that
Don't turn your head the other way
You're gunna save today
But tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Pack it up, seal it up, close the deal (the deal)

Girl you ain't right
I apologize
Don't be satisfied
To what we had was gone away (hey hey)
Every other day we cuss we fight (hey hey)
And 2 wrongs don't make a right
You had my head gone
I did you dead wrong
Singin that same old song
Wonderin why you mad at me (at me)
Now you understand my lingo
We still gon' be people
Baby this is how it should be
I knew you'd be like that
You was sposed to have my back
Now we both don't know how to act
Once I leave the door at my baby back

I waited for the day that
Together we can find another way back
But everything we've got at stake
Lets worry about today and put tomorrow in a bottle
If there's some way that we can take back
The wrong that we've created
We can change that
Don't turn your head the other way
You're gunna save today
But tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Pack it up, seal it up, close the deal (the deal)
All I wanna do is makeup

Said I never thought that all that the love we had would go away
Now there's nothing left that you can say
That's the way sh*t gunna be the same
Cuz my back against the wall
Now the conclusion to the story is the same

I was your bread and butter
Like girl I put you on
Now that I want that lovin back
Why's the relationship so gone
Like we established the fact
That you was wrong from the get
How am I sposed to fly in my ex
From Tallahasee and back
When a girl is scared of heights
Said have you seen them jets
Now put her in the back
When the first class got delayed the snacks
People can blame my past
People can kiss my ass
I'm at a loss for words
Chad gon' sing the rest

I'm waitin for the day that
Together we can find a way back
But everything we've got at stake
Lets worry about today and put tomorrow in a bottle
If there's some way that we can take back
The wrong that we've created
We can change that
Don't turn your head the other way
You're gunna save today
But tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Let's put tomorrow in a bottle
Pack it up, seal it up, close the deal (the deal)
All I wanna do is makeup

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Timbaland - To My Lyrics

To My Lyrics - Timbaland

[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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Timbaland - To My Ft. Mad Skillz & Nas Lyrics

To My Ft. Mad Skillz & Nas Lyrics - Timbaland

[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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