1.Intro
2.Drop
(feat. fatman scoop)
Fat man scoop, crooklyn clan
Timbaland, timbaland
Fat man scoop, crooklyn clan
Timbaland, timbaland
Whatever i say, y'all gotta do
Whatever i say, y'all gotta do
Whatever i say, y'all gotta do
Y'all too, y'all too, y'all too, y'all too
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland a.k.a freaky phil drummond
Who can get it crunk like me timbaland
Oh my nigga scoop a.k.a fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (oh) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cant't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Get your freak on at club(？)
We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (？) a white girl
I aint turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch mag slow while i break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You dont want shorty i can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for big pun stop for big pun
Drop for big l drop for big l
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the cadillac
Mag is chilling tim is chilling
When i get up in this club i'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but i got big cash
Mess around i be leaving this club with stacey dash
I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with timmy
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Bend over bend over bend over bend over bend over bend over
3.Ai.i. 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 underage, 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 fall 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 piercin on her body
Yes, i get it poppin, 'specially overseas
Japenese girls even love my beats
They say, 'timbaland 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
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
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 thangs, pac-man ain't lookin the same
Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change
Sebast', a.k.a. tyler durden's the name
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
But i'd rather be smokin weed
Live in a mansion next to hanson
I'm just tryna' be who you would
I could be with y'all, it would be another story
More than fame and his naked greed
Put it up in bright lights, i ain't got a damn right
Girl he's mag not el debarge
All my p-town folk gettin paid, bottom line
4.It's Your Night
(feat. sebastian, sin)
C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah
Ha, you didn't think i was comin like that did you？
Whooo!
From the corner to the dice where we rollin at
For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac
To ghetto chicks who appreciate the cadillac
When it flip to the normal color like mike was back
Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck
Chucks and slacks, seperated from gores and tecs
Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax
I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
Hey g, i feel you black
But let me get up in this club and show you how i act
I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls
I'm a fool when it comes to this party world
Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me？
I was the one that gave you 'hey papi'
I'm like tupac, all eyes on me
Got niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok
It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)
Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebody
And be real
(and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)
Do what you feel
(uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit
Must be the first of the month
Mag get up on the track and i'm rappin drunk
Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days
Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise
Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome
Ain't in the studio, little shorty i'm home
Pass the phone, i'm a call all va
Tell sin, call brooke and bring some alize
Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what？)
I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what？)
I'm a bigger guy, need extra pay
Give me a bed so i can lay in my escalade
You could be black, puerto rican or dominican
Room 219, i don't care, send it in
I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five
Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch
Sin got the alize from home
Give me lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's on
And peep out my manuscript
Mag and tim party hoes so you gots to strip
And i ain't playin games when i heart
And leave mag hangin hard suit with christopher darden
I take about a hour to bust
Chickens wanna get with mag so they makin a fuss
Told 'em, 'simmer down, you're next
Take my headphones, listen to funkmaster flex
I'll be about a minute or less
Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress'
5.Indian Carpet
Yo (yo), yo, ay yo
Timabaland's flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man, woman and innocent child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when it's
The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but i done that
It's time to change, get more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man timbaland
Five mexican bitches scopin us
Belly dancin, sayin 'hell, he's handsome' in spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire, totin opium
Higher than i ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like
Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, indian carpet
C'mon, uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on, indian carpet
C'mon, uh
Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, indian carpet
Ay yo, i woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child
T.v. playin like the poltergeist, must been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it
Could it be the son of christ, i decided to talk to it
In the halls i heard music shoutin beautiful calls
And i swore i heard a voice say：
It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose
But i suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when i sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment
And the glance callin like
Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose
When you was eatin collard greens i was eatin these dreams
I stepped in dog shit and bit skid row twice
Only ice i had put it in my orange slice
What you know about livin in a jail when it ain't no bars
Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea
A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime
Twenty-six years old and i got more time
Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay
Low rent for your mom, gotta get away
Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto
I'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat
Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth
I'm superman, i can spit from any phone booth
You and your cold ass crew do what you do
Just remember mag never feel good, i am the flu
6.Party People
(feat. jay-z, twista)
Guess who？ uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard？
Uh-uh, a-timbaland, ya heard？
Uh, twista, ya heard？ c'mon, c'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.k., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)
Jigga, twista my nigga timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that？ we can't be slowed
Niggaz (？), look at your clothes
When i'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That's just jay-z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
I don't ask for love, i blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude
Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through
All my party people gon' do what？ (gonna get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup？)
(get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin the east and west gon' bump)
All my party people gon' do what？ (get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup？)
(get them lighters lit up, t got some gangsta shit
That's beatin in yo' trunk)
Fuckin with mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what i said to
him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin mc's all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin 'em high, right in the ear
Slicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, i'm a bloodsucker
You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
I'm at the rucker with a bad puerto rican chick
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
You ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw？
Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke
When it come to that man that just like mike
I don't care what you like, i'll make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
For real, i'm fuckin faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 g's the price
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
Remember 'one in a million' when i left ya back
Producers sayin, 'how you get your sound like that？'
I don't know playa, i'm a creative cat
Got party people dancin to dis and dat
Got party people sayin, 'this a dope-ass track!'
Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do
what？
Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut
Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
Twitchin and itchin to get up, i hit 'em up
With some skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen
to
Somethin you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displayin yo' heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
And all the homies like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn't ridin slick
You can let your mind cruise for miles
They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic
I'm thinkin how can i move the crowd, move the crowd
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me,
shake..
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..
Shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yo, ahh
Remember when you first found me？
I was workin at burger king
Now take a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always tryin to put down me？
Why you always tryin to put down me？
You get 'round your friends and try to clown me
Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo？
I'm gettin tired of all that bullshit
Always talkin dis and dat
Your girls screamin, 'we looove him!'
See girls, they love me
Girl that's just, only tim
Yes, it's only tim
Whatchu talkin 'bout that's only tim？
Yeah whatchu talkin 'bout that's only tim？
Cause
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo' money (yo' money)
Made it without yo' car (yo' car)
Made it without yo' naggin (what？)
Now look who's the star (whoo!)
Yaknowhati'msayin？
Why it gotta happen to people like me, i don't get it
I don't understand it
That's why people like myself, only hang with self
Hahaha, and nobody else
Easy now
7.People Like Myself
People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to
go
I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
It's mag from your tv screen, buzzin off the jim beam
But the mag y'all think y'all know ain't what i seem
I'm a low-down freak from seapeak(？)
See them high school mates, i see 'em and don't speak
All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause i'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame
That's why i stay out the club, be in the crib
Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone
And i'm sellin cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war？
You and your boys can bring the noise
But i'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid!
Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
Uhh, uhh, uhh - since i got bigger (bigger)
I'm over here and y'all recite tim's my nigga (nigga)
Like i just figure (figure)
And my tracks didn't help niggaz
So for rememdy i pound niggaz
Like i keep 'em in dj's for that new jigga
Like them forty-two girbauds
I pocket every demo, like timbaland - he's that next nigga
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced booker t she's the next to go
Now i'm checkin every joint and every unit i sold
Once i'm deep in the dough, i'm deep with a crew
In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through
Y'all screamin this is 'nutty professor： part ii'
To 'eyes wide shut' to whoever i choose
I can appreciate a kidman to a, tom cruise
To a, fast food, i'm strictly drive-through
The money i gave dudes i basically raised fools
Even the phone spit it, god know what i'm thinkin
I'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession
Down on my knees, beggin to god, show me the path
My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me
Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin i'd fail
Tell 'em mag be the rap effin kenan and kel
I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
Rappin mo' iller than thriller manila and give you salmonella
Stop, the press!
Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo
I don't want your sex, here take your fast food
'tim you're dead wrong, tim you're dead rude!'
Hey girl, i don't even know you
'timbaland we're your first cousin marion sue'
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what？
8.Voice Mail
9.Serious
10.Roll Out
(feat. petey pablo, smokey (playa))
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me？
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what？
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me？
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce？
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me？
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what？
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me？
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, timbaland
I be creepin' in backyards, dippin in alley ways
My brother in the 360, i'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his range rov
Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes
That's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party y'all
Roll out (roll!)
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
Roll out (roll!}
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a maverick
Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin'
Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit
Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin'
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and
Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses
Wind blowin' dresses up, showin off the pad and
Hopin' i scripe long (？？)
Whoop! you could be ms. barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here
Catch me in a chick, and her name is kim
Tryna tell you who i hit cuz i ran out of bim
Fast food so dangerous that i'm crackin' my rim
Like why taco bell drive-thru so damn slim
I'm out north too, no top on the benz
Big body, too, just like i walked out the gym
Man, i'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end
Now, i'm needing to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the benz, with no money to spend
And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins
All i do is listen to eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen
And i'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and clairborne
Don't get it twisted, i'm gold-toothed and two-fisted
Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past being beserk, i go to work
Tell the boss 'go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce'
With an atrack of diana ross playing
And drunk off some moonshine, i passed out and woke up at
noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was versache, i thought she had versace
11.Love Me
12.Baby Bubba
13.In Time
(feat. mad skillz, ms. jade)
(c'mon girl, i was just playin with you)
Ah - c'mon, ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's goin down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla!! c'mon ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon..
Guess who's back it's your favorite man
Thomas crown, a.k.a. (freaky) timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless i say they can
Hon - whatchu know about this guy？
I've been hittin girls back since 'cooley high'
Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin tonight？
Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight
Hum on a flight？ nigga you 'fraid of heights
Ms. jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when i board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
You heard me black？ squeaky-ass cadillacs
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got franklin on the mind, shit i ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what？
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you-oooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you, in time
I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillin
What more can i say？ top billin
Niggaz got the feelin i'm wack and i fell off
Said bird is the word is charmin and mag's off？
Don't y'all see i ain't new to this game？
Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame
But i get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hash
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin 'em in the trash
Mag i wreckon you right, but it's my fuckin night
X-5, bing truck, high as a kite
Powder be white, ms. jade, powerful bite
Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nuts and want for nada, i ain't bluffin
See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back
Uh, c'mon ma, i seen you starin when i hit the door
You ain't gotta front boo, i know that shit ain't yours
I'm like big out the maximas and acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks i be smackin up!
.. and that shit's fo'sho'
What i really wanna say is, 'getcha coat, let's go'
You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine
I'm with tim and mag, don't lie, take your time
Lie for what？ never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
And flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you ain't know？ i'm a female pimp
King kong trips, ridin all the latest whips
With a corona in the holder i'm the latest bitch
Yup - you could call me the greatest wench
Yup - when you fuck with the greatest clique
14.Mr. Richards
15.Considerate Brotha
16.Beat Club
17.I Am Music
I'll be with you on your way to work
When your car turns on, you'll probably hear me
You can't run your car without me (without me)
Want a deal, costs you a hundred g's
I am, i am
I am music
I'm melodies and harmonies
Stereo and mono
On the radio, the radio
I said i am music
I'm simply dope beats
Intros and drum rolls
On the radio, the radio
I'll meet you at a summer jam
I'm with you pm or am
I'll work out with you when you're at the gym
And when you clean the house, i'll be in the den
Cuz i am
I am music
Melodies, harmonies
Mono, stereo, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am music
Simply dope beats
Tempos, drum rolls, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
You may find me at a shopping mall
I'm not buying but i'll be for sale
I'll be a feeling when your talent shows
Might even hear me at a restaurant
Cuz i am
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