Timbaland & Magoo - Peepin' My Style Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Peepin' My Style Video

Uh

Uhh

I don't think they ready for this

Another Timbaland master piece

Uh

I dont think they ready

 

Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka

I can rock the U.S. and all of Jamaica

I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle

When it's hot outside I eat popsicles

Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?

I'm throwin a house party and the stars at night

All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts

I'm gonna mingle a little and start to flirt

Baby, don't get an attitude

Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool

I ain't got no time for the silly game

Timb and Maganoo, I got all the game

 

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

 

Check it, let's take it to another level

One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble

I want to take her on a cruise around the block

And make her say Don't stop the body rock

I want to take her on a cruise around the block

And make her say Don't stop the body rock

I want to take her on a cruise around the block

And make her say Don't stop the body rock

Check it, now I'm back to my basic rhythme

Check out ill ass flow I'm about to give him

I'm a make him dance and make em shake they ass

But not to slow and not to fast

Timbaland ain't got nuthin to prove

I done did five years and pay my due

I got my mine Big E and Big Rodney

Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on me

I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast

But I got baking me some of that good french toast

Let me take it to another level, I'm the host

As I can get freaky, fre-freaky-fre-freaky

Ooooooh

 

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

 

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

 

Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)

Da-da-da-da-dah (What?)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Da-da

Da-da

Da-da

Dah

Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)

Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)

Da-da-da-da-dah (Check it out)

 

I said----

Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka

I can rock the U.S. and all of Jamaica

I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle

When it's hot outside I eat popsicles

Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?

I'm throwin a house party and the stars at night

All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts

I'm gonna mingle a little and start to flirt

Baby, don't get an attitude

Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool

I ain't got no time for the silly game

Timb and Maganoo, I got all the game

 

I flippin' on all y'all like dat

Know what I'm sayin

Now I got to be out

Two verses

The first verse repeats itself

Now dat, now dat you are peepin my style

Check it

 

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

 

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

Now that you are peepin my style

My kind of style

That make you buck wild

Throw your hands up in the sky

Pass me something so we all get high

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Timbaland & Magoo - Luv 2 Luv U Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Luv 2 Luv U Video

Dance with me... whaaat?

Dance with me... say what, say what?

Tango with me... say what, say what?

Tango with me... say what, say what?

Tango with me... say what, say what?

Dance with me... say what, say what?

Dance with me... say what, say what?

Dance with me... say what, say what?

Tango with me... say what, say what?

Haha, bring it in

 

Ooooh, I love what you got on

A tight see-through dress with some green and pink thongs

Word is bond, can I pick you up in my eight-five-oh

Or do you want to pick me up, in your black limo

Here goes, an even-ing that's memorable

A year ago you didn't like me cause I had no dough

Whoa, a black man on a mission, wishin

That your crazy ass would listen, hear bout what you been missin

I know you wanna do it, I know you wanna ride it, my pony

Get on me, bone me, act like you own me

Then I gotta feel your crazy ass out homie, what?

 

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

 

I love you baby, I love you baby what?

I still love you, say what say what?

Uhh, I love you baby, uh uh uh uh I love you baby

What? I love you baby

Tell me how much you love me

 

Tim, come over here and take my address

I undress in a black neglige like Faye Dunaway

Run your fingers through my hair and squeeze my nipples

Love the way you're talkin in my ear like that baby tickles

Later for uptown, no time to go downtown

I'm wild, since you see Club Clit, now take a look around

Dive in, my Billy Ocean, crazy drunk now

Quick to respond, when I cum just keep it there now

Move over please, cause you're drivin me nuts

You went past my sugar-wall straight to my guts

I came you cum, you still do amaze me

One of the reasons why, I luv 2 luv ya baby

 

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

 

Ahh, I love you baby love you baby

Ahh, uhh, I love you baby love you baby

Say what say what? I love you baby love you baby

Ha ha, Playa, sing

 

I love how you express yourself

Sho' nuff you can work that body

I know you can work that body

You go about it oh so well

Sho' nuff you can work that body

I know you can work that body (JD, JD, what?)

Girl I love it when you're next to me, come down

Wanna make sure that you know that (ha ha, ha ha ha!)

You're the best thing that I've received

And I wanna make sure that you know that (love you baby, love you baby)

 

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

 

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby

 

(Timbaland (talking over chorus))

Ahh, I love you, we all love you, ha ha

Whoo, aah, say what, say what say what, say what?

Say what? Say what say what?

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, that's how we do it

Right now, me and you in your nightgown

We doin this one time

For your sexy mind, all the ladies

All the ladies, all the ladies, I love you ladies

 

Ha, sing it to me

Ahhh, say what, say what say what, say what?

One time, one time, I'm out

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Timbaland & Magoo - Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix) Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix) Video

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

 

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

 

I'm the dope producer in the industry

I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats

Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef

But you must pay me producers fee

I am the man with the ill 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

 

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

 

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 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

 

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

 

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

 

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?)

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Timbaland & Magoo - Smoke In Da' Air Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Smoke In Da' Air Video

To my niggas

How you feel?

Can we chill?

Or do we have to pop that steel?

Cause it's a hot day around our way

We got the pistols around our waist

Hate to kill a nigga, why?

Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?

What do you mean killa?

I mean that bee

Those ganja trees

Those cut up leaves

Please... can I get a puff? What?

Please... can I get a puff? What?

With my wiatch

Pretend that I am riach

Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat

You can go down

You can go down, go down

You can go down, girl I was just playing around

Now

Back to my focus

Y'all gonna be my soldiers

And I'm gonna be the bank broker

What?

 

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

 

Say what?

Ha ha, say what? Say what?

Like dat

Like dat

Like dat nigga

Say what?

Say what? Say what? Say what?

Magoo what?

 

You know we got plenty of smokin'

Open for pussy pokin'

Clown but we ain't jokin'

2 pound of weed token

Beep me at 12 noon

After my cartoons

Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon

Now you got your bowl shorty

Nursin' a cheap forty

Lordy was shootin' dice

Point and you winn forty

Six be a damn point

Roll and you hit the joint

Lookin for blazing dude

Your head was a juke joint

So you get two dimes

Cause you got two highs

Two niggas want to smoke

So you got two lies

Think you see two hoes

Cause hoes got to smoke too

Hope you got ten yards

Cause this blunt will never due

See I remain true

Only toke two lies

Just to the two guys

No shake with my damn fries

Open your freakin' eyes

Cause blunt my grand prize

Smokin was no surprise

I'm out with my true lies

 

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

 

Say what?

Say what? Say what?

Say what? Say what?

Say what? Say what?

 

Playa's knockin, rockin

Hoes clockin, jockin

Yeah sweatin, gettin

Thugs threatin, beatin

Dice shootin, smokin

Hootie hootin, loukin

Gun, I got your token

Lick, I got hoes open

No chumpin, bumpin

Timb's speakers thumpin

Making your moves somethin

Rode, it would be jumpin

Hoe humpin, freakin

Hoes silly, leakin

Hook it up, weekend

All night freakin

Which trick I'm dickin

Hope she lickin

My Kentucky chicken

Damn this enough pickin

Just groupin, chillin

Ready able, willin

If they blunts, they fillin

Party people you dealin with another level

 

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

All I smell is smoke in da' air

Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)

Yeah

 

Say what?

Say what? Say what?

Say what? Say what?

Ride it

 

Ride it bitch

Ride it

Ride it bitch

Say what?

Yo babe, come her

Now let me get that (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Can you hear me? (Oooooh)

Can you feel me? (Oooooh)

Can you hear me? (Ooooh)

Can you feel me? (Ooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Say what? (Oooooh)

Get off baby (Ooooh)

(Oooooh)

Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)

Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)

(Change beat to Can We by SWV)

Can we get kinky tonight

I got so many things on my mind

I never seen a girl so fly

I want you to do me, do me

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Timbaland & Magoo - Indian Flute Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Indian Flute Video

O come here shorty. I like you.

What? you like me 2?

I dont understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u.

 

I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)

Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)

I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)

Ooo da da doo da da doo da doo (sing it to me)

Tumse humaara mera milna tha (sing it to me)

Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)

Zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

 

(bari mushkil hai ab bachna)

Baby I've been eyeing u away from afar

(teri akhiyon mein sab kuch dekha)

Thanx 4 tha props but 2 me u tha star

(na jaane kyoon me tujhse boloon na jaa)

Letz get it on 2nite. y wait 4 2morra?

(come on timmy show me how bad u r)

Aaja soniye, mein pyar kiya, o

 

I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)

Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)

I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)

Ooo da da doo da da doo da doo (sing it to me)

Tumse humaara mera milna tha (sing it to me)

Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)

Zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

 

(abhi toh bataana mai kya karoon?)

Baby u sure u wanna sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fu

Fuck around wit a nigga & end up on top of u

(dil kehta hai zindagi hai to)

U werent tha first best believe fo sho theres been a few

(come on mag-n-oo becuz im feelin u)

Aaja soniye, purr karta hoon, O

 

I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)

Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)

I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)

O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)

Tumse humaara mera milna tha (sing it to me)

Tumse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)

Zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but i cant understand a word your sayin)

 

(teri baahon me abhi pyaar le aaoon)

Go slow and I'll direct ur every move like a young benny boom afta beatin up your womb

No need 2 put on perfume baby girl u leavin soon

(kabhi mera paas tho jaane aaja)

Nobody gotta no ur thong waz maroon

(teri hoon na)

U no afta creepin out my room

(tu hi mera)

Just so ur man dont assume

Sing it 2 him

(tubhise humara milan tha)

Sing it 2 him

(tubhise hum dono dewana)

Sing it 2 him

(tabhitoh hum masti me kho jaa. Zara chumloon toh kya hua?)

 

I got my eyez on u (andaar aja)

Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu andaar aja)

I luv ur indian flute (andaar aja)

Ooo da da doo da da doo da doo (sing it to me)

Tubse humaara mera milna tha (sing it to me)

Tubse hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)

Zara sa chuumloon toh kya? (but i cant understand a word your sayin

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Timbaland & Magoo - People Like Myself Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - People Like Myself Video

(chorus) 2x

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 me 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

 

(chorus) 2x

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 me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

 

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

 

(chorus)

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 me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

 

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 sappy foos, what?

 

(chorus) 2x

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 me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

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Timbaland & Magoo - Here We Come Lyrics

Timbaland & Magoo - Here We Come Video

(Chorus)

Here We Come So Wave Your Hands

For Missy, Maganoo, and Timabaland

We Gon' Show You How To Party Right

So Pass The Ughh To Get The Hype

Alright, We Gonna Party Tonight

 

Magoo:

 

If You're Livin' For Lovin', Start Livin' For Life

If You're Havin' A Baby Than Make Her Your Wife

If You're up In The Club

Where The Dubs Like A Bank

Sell To The Highest Bid

Put The Cash In Your Bank

Girl I'm Lovin' Your Booty

If You Whoo To My Blow

Than Kiss, But Please Honey Child Don't Kiss

All I Want Is A Freak When I'm Up In The Club

Maybe After The Dance, Dinner Sharp, Then The Tub

I'm A Nigga With Class

You're A Girl With A Job

Tastin' My Neck Like Corn On The Cob

I'm Second To None

I'm Freaky As Ever Go Downtown

Well, I Never

 

Timabaland:

 

Well I'm The Man That They Call Timbaland

And He's The Bir-Ba-Bir-Ba-Bird Understand

We Gon' Party Until The Sun Comes Up

Bartender You Forgot To Fill Up My Cup

Ain't No Stoppin' Until The Draws Start Floppin'

There Won't Be No Beef Unless The Disc Stops Jockin'

She Said This, And He Said That

And He Said That Timbaland Can't Rap

But I Don't Care Because I Make Dope Tracks

I Make You Bounce And Wiggle And Do This And That

Timbaland, Where You Live At

VA, Baby Believe That

 

Missy:

 

Now I'm Rich, I Once Was Poor

If You're Late With My Dough, Then There's No Show

I Grease My Hair And It Still Won't Grow

If You Feel My Butt, Boy You Gotta Go

Out The Back, For Touchin' My Back

For Tryin' To Jack Every Timbaland Track

Maganoo, Where You Was

They've Been Bitin' Our Style Those Silly Bugs

Where's The Spray, Ima Spray Em' Good

So The Next Time They Bite They Die Like Uuuh

I'm A Roll Up The Biggest Dutchie

Get Some Sweets, 'Cause I Got The Munchies

 

(Chorus)

2x

 

Magoo:

 

Girl When The Bar Open Up Five Rum

Everybody Wanna Get A Buzz Get Some

9 Out Of Ten All Girls Gonna Freak Me

Just Gon' Depend On Who They Wanna Freak

Don't Gotta Floss, All Girls Know The Name

Only Near Chillin' In The Club No Game

Brotha Mad At Me Cause I Got Cheddar Cheese

When The Club Close Got His Girl On Her Knees

Oh Man Please Learn The Two Degrees

Degree Number 1 Keep Yo Hon Off Trees

Degree Number 2 Keep Yo Girl 'Round You

Never Trust A Girl Lord Knows What She Do

 

Timbaland:

 

Tricks Is What I Got In My Bag

Hits Is What I Make Out The Lab

Ritz Is The Crackers That I Eat

Bitch Is What A Man Don't Need

Rubbers Shows I'm A Careful Lover

Stutter Is What I Do In Trouble, What

 

Missy:

 

My Man, Timbaland

He Makes Beats For The Streets

See Me And Maganoo

In The Back Rollin' Trees

Gettin' High Off The Funk

Tell A Nigga What You Want, HEY

 

Now I'm In The S-L-K

I Roll Up The Window So The Do Won't Sway

Spray My Hairspray So The Waves Obey

So When I Say Stay Them Bitches Stay

Oh By The Way Me And Timbaland

We Got The Beats To Make You Dance

 

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