Timbaland

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

15 After Da' Hour

Run the track
Ooh, it's it's so funky (yes it is)
It's it's so funky (15 after da hour baby)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (something always happens)
It's it's so funky
Ooh, it's it's so funky (it's oh so funky)
It's it's so funky (check it out)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (Maganoo and Timbaland, check it out in stores)

Timbaland:

It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
Or you'll have to pick it up by 11
Wait a minute I got a meeting at 6
I can't pick it up by 7-ish
Therefore I must pick wait until tomorrow
Go to my man and ask if I can borrow
200 or 100 chips
If I get them then I dip
Now it's about 9:15
Got a page from my girl Misdemean
Timbaland I need you to meet me out in Queens
While you on your way don't forgetto bring
My sunglasses and my show-jack
Don't forget da gat and the cigarettes
It's about 10:15
Call on my cell it's this fine beauty queen
Timbaland make my body hot, make it steam
Shit, it's 11:15
Got another call from another beauty queen
But I can't hit, got to see Misdemean
Here I am out in the middle of Queens
Damn near about 1:15
Now I'm leaving Queens about 3:15
Hopin I can hit one of my queens
So I hit about 7:15
Then I finish at 9:15

Early in the morn, 8:15
Jump in the tub, rub-a-dub, get clean
Rap the listine I got from Misdemean
9:15 dressed in all green
Dip to the parking lot
Look what I got
10:15 meet Tim at the spot
We can make it hot
Cook it in the pot
11:15 feed the hoe while it's hot
1:15 got to get rubbers
Me and Lisa Lee later on beat lovers
2:15 we like sex in the mist
3:15 was the first time we kissed
Girl your man aint shit and you know it
4:15 is the time I can show it
When I say suck it, it don't mean blow it
5:15 get loot cause you broke it
Girl it aint a blunt, so dont smoke it
Better if you grab it with your hand then you choke it
6:15, aint my day quick?
VCR tape, halloween is the flick
Drinking like a cellar, pass out drunk
7:15 had a dream I was a monk

Timbaland:

15 after da hour everything seems to go bad you say dag
15 after da hour booty calls get lost in the sauce, what's the cost?
15 after da hour, 15's a bad number know what I mean?
15 after da hour, 15, 15
Say what?

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

3: 30 in The Morning

Oh
Well well well well, mmm
Oh ho oh oh oh ho oh
Mmm, mmm, uh uh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yea

Verse one

Tell me why you trippin', out on me, mm
Everytime I wanna hang out
You get mad at me
Why can't I do the things, that I like to do, mmm
Why can't you put your trust in me
Like I put my trust in you
Even if i'm...

Chorus

Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, i'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

Verse two

Why you wanna argue with me, all the time?

Even when I'm out with my girls
You be on my mind
Why can't you sit down
And understand
That no matter where I be, or where I am
I let them know that you're my man, you're my man

Chorus

Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, i'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

Bridge

No one but you
I'll be coming home to you
No one but you
Even if it's after two

Chorus

Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

All Y'all

Uh, feel me, to all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all
We gotta love ya, that's real, uh

To all my ladies in lingerie, never under age
Who stay gettin paid, who like to take trips where the sun is shade
To my women who love to ball out
And spend all that money 'til ya all out
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game, with a different pimp name
With a little pimp fame
I'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things
Even got a gat loaded for that ass
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie
With a little piercing on her body
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love my beat
They say, "Timbaland's we love you
We love the dope things that you do"
Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya"
They even call me things like wicked and the f'n governer
That's why I can't forget y'all
That's why I had to make this roll call, uh

[Chorus - Tweet]
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some time out, oooh
This here's for one and all
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh
Make that move and just ball out, oooh
Life's too short for some time out, oooh

(Tyler Durden ?)
Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo, time was frequently saved
For us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye
(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for today)
(Sonny, here's a quarter for that groovy arcade)
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the game
So graphic with things, Pac-Man ain't lookin the same

Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change
And Fash, a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the name

[Timbaland]
Guess what people, it's the first of the month
Guess what people, I can do what I want
I can take, all my peoples on first class flights
I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes
I'm a don when it comes to just servin girls
I'm a don so that's why nobody's in my world
'Cause Timabaland's that cool cat
Aka Thomas Crown, don't forget that, uh

[Chorus]

[Tweet]
I'm just tryna' find what I need
But I'd rather be smokin weed
[Magoo]
Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot food
Live in a mansion next to Hanson
[T]
I ain't forgot that I'm from yo' hood
I'm just tryna' be who you would
[M]
'Cause I hate the game, I hate the glory
I could be with y'all, it would be another story
[T]
You don't know all the things I see
More than fame the thing is greed (?)
[M]
They took my cash, take my name
Put it up in bright lights, I ain't got a damn right
[T]
Think I'm chillin and livin large
Girl he's Mag not El Debarge
[M]
But I'm a be the man in charge in due time
All my P-town folk gettin paid, bottom line

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Apologize

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new - yeah yeah

I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late whoa.....

Bridge (guitar/piano)

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Baby Bubba

(Pop a Dom boo, what, c'mon)

[Petey Pablo]
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
Heyyyyyy

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward

[Timbaland]
Check me out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me

Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS
all up in your local mall pickin all your local broads
HOLLA - if you wanna get into a local brawl
We the in-timidators, y'all in-timidated
by our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - c'mon!
What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?
What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?
Yeah, yeah - that's that Southern hospitality
The come of the me, the come of the Pete
The come of the 'goo, the come of the G

[Chorus]

[Magoo]
Mag spit it 'til I die fucker
You wit your label kissin ass like a damn sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some (?)
from N-Y to floater while I'm humpin your daughter
Stayin in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin playin - check them
This week got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, UHH
We do it country cause we proud of this shit
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Beat Club (feat Sebastin, Sin, Troy Mitchell)

[Timbaland]

BEAT CLUB!
Untitled, uhh uhh, uhh - YES
Uhh uhh, uhh, YES, uhh uhh
Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh
Uhh, uhh uhh - YES, uhh
One, two, three, here we go!

[Troy Mitchell]

Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug
You know that thug that's used to doin it out the dub
I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers
Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz
Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit
I'm used to bossin shit and offin clips

See hood is around my way - they talk often quick
To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit

See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang
Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names
Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks
I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with blunts
Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush
And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us

[Magoo]

Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face

Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases
And they all gettin life

We can be enemies after fuckin your wife, or runnin train on 'em
Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em
But I'd rather put my brain on 'em
Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em
Mag hit it then came on 'em
"Alias," if you with me you ride
Get in the back of the Lex', and be out of your tux
Label me "alias" from my respects to crack this case

I'm past bein berserk, nigga look at my face
I got an ill way of showin my pain

Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin insane and y'all niggaz, hatin my thang
Mag the illest nigga spittin, FUCK the simple and plain

[Sin]

Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same
First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain
Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse
If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much
Uncut, can't touch
You remind me, of pussy; you bitch-ass nigga
Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga

[Magoo]
Now I'm hangin with superstars, and fuckin them in the cocktail room

After the nuttin, sweep 'em out with the broom
Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound (?)
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill
Poppin usin the pill, never did it before
I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit my skill
I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather
Fam's wipin they tongues a little

Mag run for the street, or for the block
Brand new cribs still dissin the pot
Some bums take change see
Neighbors lookin at Mag strangely
Find theyself, hangin from a tree
But I'm a real life gleeful
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel(?)

[Troy Mitchell]

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger
But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin
So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide

and women don't know when to slow slide
My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin
I keep them hookers holdin my fort, and keep a low vibe
I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live
From five o'clock to four-oh-five sellin quarters and dimes
Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin it from
I got wholesale weight, that low-sale weight

Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow stright
Cause I'm oh so great; real thugs, no fake
That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations
Thugs hate - everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'
Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'

[Sin]

Laid back in the same colored Escalade
Run over rappers that test the brake
Leave you under the jeep and test your faith
Put it in reverse and, crush your face
Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case
Go to jail, no bail, cut your face
Get it right nigga, you dealin with apes
I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh

[Sebastin]

Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps
Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat
Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that
How your child's gonna burp when you losin your lap?
Hey, I'm bringin the shade, don't floss in the day
Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay
I'm hittin hoes, respondin like you charmin the dame
Crackin up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"
A pretty boy got hookers thinkin that the blows don't trade

That's the day that the curls slide under the braid
I'll give you somethin sharp to raise that line in your fade
Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed
Puttin hoes into groups and spittin them up like Jake
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves
I'll hop drive-thru, pop somethin in Dave
I ain't from around yo' way, nigga I'm from V-A

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Birthday

[Playa]

Oahahohhhhhhhh
Happy birthday baby
Baby, baby, baby

Girl when you're with me, you know we ball
For sure
And baby every time I have a ball
With you
So I made reservations for, this special day
Baby
Baby bring your baby oil, and your lingerie
C'mon

With marble floors, and don't thank me
We got a five star room, the luxury suite
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 ja'causezi
On the balcony, baby, whoahhahhh
Girl let's enjoy this special night
Cause the bill's on me

We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
Whoo!Do not, do not, do not.. did not do it baby!
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday

I'm what you want, I'm what you need
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor
Let's get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed
Back on the rug - back on the rug
In the tub - in the tub
I perform - I perform
Anywhere - anywhere
Let's get on the floor - let's get on the floor

Let's get in the chair - in the chair
On the sink - on the sink
In the bed - in the bed

Back on the rug - back on the rug
Or in the tub - or in the tub
I'll perform - I'll perform
Anywhere - anywhere

You have a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me

Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
You seem like you've been workin so hard
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar

And you need just a special day
The sweet TV with the VCR

Yeahhahayeah ohh yeah
And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Happy birthday birthday baby!

We got a five star room, the luxury suite
Wait a minute!
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Wait, wait.. wait!
Cause I did -- I did this for your birthday
Yeahhhhhhh!
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
C'mon in, c'mon in
The sweet TV with the VCR

And I did it -- I did this for your birthday
Yeah.. yeahhh, yeahhhahhh

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Board Meeting (feat Mangoo)

Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let me tell ya
You got me feening for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna to start
And where we going you don't have to ask

Chorus:
Come in my cipher put the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting

I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name

Chorus:
Come in my cipher put that blunt in the air

Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting

I'm a chick nigga [heart with a man]? fo sho
In the back of my mind, girl you infidel
Even though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chest
Role play you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you, when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go

Chorus:
Come in my cipher put that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey! Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Meeting's ajourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
Watch this

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Bombay

Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum
ooowwwhooaa (guys)

ahhhhhhhhhh (carries on through)(Punjabi Chick)
Yeah (Timbaland)
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Mere Gaan (My life or My Love)
Mere Gaan
Come on (Timbaland)

ooooooooooo (carries on through)
Ye Diwanagi
huh? (Timbaland)
Na roke kubi (May this infactuation never end)
Mere Gaan
Mere Gaan
Yeah (Timbaland)

Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Break it down (Timbaland)

Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
Say What? (Timbaland)
ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me Why)
Haah! (Timbaland)

Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
ah ha ha ha
Fricky fricky dumm (DJ scratch noise...(Timbaland))

Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
Haah! (Timbaland)
Kitna tashowu gay tum, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
Haah! (Timbaland)

Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
o! (Timbaland)
Kitna tashowu gay tum, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
fricky fricky ahh (DJ scratch beatbox again...(Timbaland))

owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
There aint no way in the world im gonna leave you baby (Timbaland)
owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Your my teasure and i got the key to ya baby (Timbaland)
owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Let's ride on my Titanic baby(...if u know what i mean)(Timbaland)
owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Being in love goes down as one of the greatest (Timbaland)

owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
theres no me without you (you) (Timbaland)
owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
baby girl you make my dream come true (Timbaland)
Sing it to me

Tu hay tu hay, Hum yaha hay (you are you are, we are here)
Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say (come on let go from this place)
Aahoo millay, zazah millay (come on lets meet, lets meet ecstasy)
Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay (now let us both, become one)

hey hey hey hey (repeats+carries on through)
Pa pum pum pa pa ra (repeats+carries on through)
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me come on
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Break it down now

ah ah ah ah (repeats+carries on through)
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh

ahhwooahhhaaa (repeats+carries on through)
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
Fricky fricky break owwh (DJ scratch beat boxing)

Pum pum pum pum pa rum (repeats+carries on through)
digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
doh (Timbaland)
digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
doh (Timbaland)
digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
doh (Timbaland)
digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Haah! (Timbaland)

digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Beebay (Timbaland)
digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Beebay (Timbaland)
rooooaaaaaah (Timbaland)

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Bounce

*Tempo has reached critical level*
*Tempo has reached critical level*

Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...

C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on

[Chorus] - Timbaland & (Justin Timberlake)
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me

Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[Verse 2 - Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can dissappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see

[Chorus] - Timbaland & (Justin Timberlake)

[Verse 3 - Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Like a porn star I'm best when I swallow

[Chorus] - Timbaland & (Justin Timberlake)

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Bringin' It

What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It don't stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on

One question:
Who be the thug that y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many mc's not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It's mob official
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch 'cause I ain't fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin' it

What y'all, huh huh, v-a
Know about this
What y'all in hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y'all in p-town
Know about this
What y'all in hoviay
Know about this

Check it out
I'm ya p-town hit man
I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks

I told you that I'm project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long
Alias the don
I leave it messy like I'm joseph pesci
Don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me
I'm ghetto fabulous
The mob crush the lord just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, "what? "
Always carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'cause otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga what

What y'all v-a
Know about this
What y'all in hampton, what
Know about this
What y'all in nomo
Know about this
What y'll in chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
Ak's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44's and calico, pretty ricky and low
Thugs know
The real on how I let shit go
But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny rush, crazy jj and mush must chill
And killa k and johnny hesh steady aimin that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga p and mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up
Esp was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

What y'all in v-a
Know about this- I told you
What y'all in nomo, what
Know about this, what

Ivankamaza · **~Ljubav i Snovi~**

Can We Do It Again

[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
This goes out

For all the people

That think I couldn't make it again
See what I'm sayin
We're back at y'all

Third time, (heh heh)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]

I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatin
Penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin

I hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hard
Got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor
Gimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)
I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)
This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)
People wonder when will we come with the same magic
That make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)
I actin gorilla with it, my game savage
You should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

[Chorus]
Can you do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?

(OW!)

Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again

Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
(OW!) (hu-huh)

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]

Still spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)

Even though my neck and wrist all glossy

And my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)

You could copy or hate on my style

Steppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)

I hit the leather, get the meters to peakin

I lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)

You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)

Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)
You better love me, she be backin it up on me

I'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)

I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna play

And when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)

The game ain't been the same since my name happened

Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Magoo]

Ew we, my pimpin is pimpalicious
I'm more than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)
Them other rappers come with that heat talk
I talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)
But if ya feelin froggy and he leap
I fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)

You think I'm puttin cover that bird shit
I have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)
And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)
He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)
I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them guns
I ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)

So give me mine and you can take yours
It was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since Tim name happen
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin