Welcome to Our World Album

Artist(s): Timbaland and Magoo

Cover Art

Timbaland and Magoo Welcome to Our World Cover Art

Tracklist

Beep Beep

length: 4:17

Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?

1, 2, 1, 2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats right here you hear him?
Uh huh, uh huh, now, how many people want to, huh
Learn this method that I have with these beats?
Uh huh, uh huh, now

How many songs I'm gonna hear on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by the name of Maganoo A.K.A. Magoo, word
You know what I'm saying? I'm putting this man down
'Cause he got it like that, don't bite him

And of course Missy Elliott
We put it down like that for the 96 and 97
[Incomprehensible]
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
You know what I'm saying?

'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap over it
Maybe Magoo can rap over it, but I can let him rap over it
'Cause I got my man Jimmie D on that engineer board
And we do this like you know everyday, all day 24 hours

You know what I'm saying, I'm making this money
I ain't got to rap, you know what I'm saying
All I got to do is talk on this track
And you will still buy it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's like that, so Missy tell me what I'm gonna say

Beep, beep, beep who got the keys to the jeep?
Vroom, I got 'em baby, beep, beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, who got the keys to the jeep?
I got 'em baby, vroooom, beep, beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep, beep

Alright, now it's time for me to go
I done told y'all 'bout the sad show
The music's so ill, knida make one *****s want to kill
You know what I'm saying

Big up to Larell High
That's my east school coast, word
I know you gonna play this in your Eddie Bauer, word
Uh huh, word, uh huh

Can you bang it Larry? Uh huh
You know why you banging it? I'm out
Who the F is this? What

Feel It

length: 5:08
What? Can y'all feel this?
What? Can y'all feel this?
What? Can y'all feel this?
What? Can y'all feel this?
Ooh Snap!
My head throbbin
As I ride in my 3-4-8 mobbin
Listen to the buddha brothers
6 to 10 there ain't no other
Playin' my favorite jams
On 1-0-3 Jams
I got my man Big D, Big Rodney
In case somebody want to rob me
We going to Military Circle (echo Circle)
Virginia's tight that's why they gotta keep a curfew (echo curfew)
It's time to get something to eat
Oh snap, there's my man Kumbalee
And my girl Missy
Who she role wit? Who she be wit? Who she role wit? Who she be wit?
Total, Da Brat, Lil Kim, Lil Cease and Puffy
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight

I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it

I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it

What?
Yeah, yeah
What?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me baby?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me?

Jimmy D turn my scale up
Give me that boom da boom whaeeeeeeerrrrr
It's time to change my style, my rhythm, my ism, my prism, my beat mannerism
Gee, where's my lack of fear?
My five-thousand and one gear, Missy baby you oughtta hear
Like next year, your album bigger each day
It rolls like a queen size waterbad, uh
The people in the label's chillin'
As Timbaland is making a big killin'
What? Uh What? Uh
Of money baby
Check it out

What?
I can feel it
Can you feel it?
Throw your hands up
Timbaland and Maganoo
Yeah

Oh, I'm on my last verse
As you can see I did not curse
I'm trying to make it radio friendly, uh
So people in America can hear me, uh
To all beautiful boys and girls
White, diamonds and pearls, no Jerry curls, uh
I hope you buy our tape
Please don't hesitate, don't hesitate
What?

Can you feel it groovin on through?
Let the feeling get next to you
Can you feel it groovin on through?

Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Up Jumps da’ Boogie

length: 5:01
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man keep that Lindbergh ****
Up in the cut like gay *****z, in butt
I'm black wit Indian, my race should be mutt

I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
Evaluate this rap, take heed a ****in' genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to ****in' die

**** 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 pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat

I'm 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 **** 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, ****'s off-timin'

I'm 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, myself be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream 'til I can't stop
Uhh, give it to me daddy and
(What, what?)
Uhh, yup, yup like Teddy
(What, what?)

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 ***** 'cause this uhh, be better

Give it up, up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party

Prepare to get wet like Jheri Curl juice
You tight like virgin *****, my rap get you loose
I bump like acne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da ****in' key

I come 'cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog and bow to my ****
Nit-wit you stupid, I'm 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

I'm 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 man's powder
See a white man scared from a black man's power
Back to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please

I'm the best, and that's be, and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, MC's 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 why E
Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party

Clock Strikes

length: 4:51
See, them other crews could not figure me
It's the Mag and double ooh, got that fat CD
Buck a crystal, hit a ***** with my club Willy
Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin' chili

Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly
Maybe I'm Nicole Brown 'cause you really kill me
Got away with hittin' me but you ain't O.J.
I'm 'bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay

When I bumble, watch your back 'cause I sting like bee
This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't cool Moe Dee
Watch a movie, now, you think that you really Joe Pesci
You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy

I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland
I drive a 850, sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van
You can catch me standin' in my be-boy stance
Or catch me at home watchin' 'Who's the Man?'

They call robber 'cause I pack much heat
Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speak
I'm like a genie because I've been trapped in a bottle
I've got more stunts, than that ***** Desperado

Come, follow a mad brother where'll there be no sun
Tomorrow you be sayin', when can we meet?
My office hours are nine to five
Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right

When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night
When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night

Now gimme that and run with the
Party people, are you ready for Tim and Maganoo?
As we come, rum and Coke, won't you kick a verse two

Yo I'm 'bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted
You retarded if you thinkin' Brandy really broken hearted
I departed doin' dirt, lookin' up your girl's skirt
Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin' loose like jerk

I get up like town, gimme, don't say no more
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor
You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo'
No, I don't want your girl, she be suckin' my big toe

You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet
Peace to Tupac 'cause he was dope as it get
Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and **** got hot
Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot

The rappin' Don, I make a dyke go straight
If you think I'm cute then you up too late
Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer
Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer

When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night
When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night

When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night
When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin', through the night

15 After da’ Hour

length: 4:09
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
****, 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
Tell her to wake me up at 10:15
But she wakes me up at 11:15
Know what I mean I'm late for weezie
15 after da hour, it's kinda cheezie

Magoo:
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 ain't **** 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 ain't a blunt, so don't smoke it
Better if you grab it with your hand then you choke it
6:15, ain't 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?

Ms. Parker

length: 0:45
B-Silk in the house!
Hello!
Hello who is this?
This is Ms. Parker
Hey how are you doing baby?
I'm doing fine baby how you feelin?
Ohh it's all jam good what the deal?
I wanna hear, I wanna hear that new song by the Boo boy
and the cartoon character, you know who I'm talkin about
By the Boo boy, and who?
Yeah you know that new joint that's out
Ohh ohh! Magoo and Timbaland!
Yeah whatever you know what I'm talkin about
Ohh OK, well look here check this out
Umm, tonight why don't umm me and you get together
and you can listen to the album at my crib and
do a little somethin somethin somethin some-some somethin
Youknahmean? Can you do that? Huh?
Nah baby I just wanna hear it on the radio right now
Ohh, that's cool, you ain't got ta get smart
I wasn't even tryin to hook up witcha *** no way
I'll get my song on, c'mere Timbaland kick that ****

Luv 2 Luv U (remix)

length: 6:42

Luv 2 Luv U

length: 4:28
writer: Melvin Barcliff, Static Major, Timbaland
Dance with me, yeah tango with me
Dance with me, yeah tango with me
Dance with me, yeah tango with me
Dance with me, yeah tango with me

In suspension like a sports car
Shaunte got big lips and handlebars
Put it on Tim like a porno star
Run back the tape in the VCR

I'm comin baby like the big black Kahuna
I wish you woulda humped me just a little sooner
Now rich like silver spooner
Now here's the finger now I got you moonin
I wish you woulda did that two years ago (go, go, go)
Let me feel the body hit the skins yo (yo-yo, yo, yo)
Now you see a brother makin a little dough (dough-dough, dough, dough)
I really hate that mess, but I love you yo (yo-yo, yo.. uh-huh)

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

I dream bout Leah Lando, make all the luchiano
And girls with condos, Chanel with Guitano
Girl my persono, I share like Sonny Bono
Black and white keys, lay girls on my piano
Me, Missy and Timbo, rap in any tempo
Huckleberry Finn, Magoo the South Pimple
Caught up in my lingo, be not girl, I'm Bingo
Help I see a Beatle, cool out that's only Ringo
Missy sang a jangle as I commence to tango
Ginuwine ridin on a Pony, put Monie in the Middle
Check the riddle, got your girl pants hot a little
Thinkin that she dime when you only just a nickel
Take a tickle, cause your man, pickle green and resentful
Mag and two-ohh, from down South and here go
Black house shoes, my Kangol to match
Pimp crack game, take all your scratch
Girl, I'm the P see me on TV
Beep Beep, hook me up witcha girl CeCe
Female, lookie here, I'm Chip you Dale
Let me get one kiss, just don't go tell
You so obsurd I thought you heard
If you don't know, the bird is the word
Yes the bird bird bird, the bird is the word
The bird bird bird, the bird is the word

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

Shhhhh, aooww-oooh, I love you baby
Uh-huh, I love you, uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
What? Uh-huh, I love you, say what say what?
Is you in, or is you ain't, my baby ahhh!

See I don't stop like good ****
Skypager's hotness when you need a fix
Big girls don't cry we take all of it
Doggystyle like George and the Parliament
Feel me now, see my lovin got you bedstrucken
Head is stuck in, the pillowcase suckin, Shaunte still handcuffin
Just me and you cause I'ma rock it all night
You can go fast or slow
But I'ma tell you when it's good and right, uh-huh

Look at you girl, talkin trash
Now I'll come around and swing that ***
Make you bend over, uhh, backwards, call me master
Have you sayin Tim do it faster and faster
Now I'm the man with the power
I get booty calls fifteen after every hour
So don't try to take it personal
I gotta get the cash, now you got to go, what?

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

Oooh, I love you baby
Uhh, remix, uh-huh uh-huh what?
Like that what?
I love you baby, what?

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

Uhh, what? What?
Uhh, what? What?
I love you, I love you baby
What? Let it ride, uhh

Go, go, go
Yo-yo, yo, yo
Dough-dough, dough, dough
Yo-yo, yo uh-huh

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

The bird bird bird
The bird bird bird word

Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!
Oh, love to love to love ya, love ya, love ya!

I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo

Let it ride, uh

Smoke in da’ Air

length: 4:18
To my *****s
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 *****, why?
Cause my ***** 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 *****
Say what?
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Magoo what?

You know we got plenty of smokin'
Open for ***** 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 *****s 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

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

Ride it *****
Ride it
Ride it *****
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

Intro Buddha

length: 1:50

Peepin’ My Style

length: 4:55
Uh
Uh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I don't 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 *** 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 *** flow I'm about to give him
I'm a make him dance and make em shake they ***
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

I flippin' on all why'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

Writtin’ Rhymes

length: 4:34
[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 ****in 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 *****s 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 *****

[Chorus: {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]
**** em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, ***** 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 *****, 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
*****s get shook when I rhyme, You best ta ****in 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 ***** cause he a son and yous a *****
Me die for you, girl go **** your own *****

[Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo)]
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 ill 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

Deep in Your Memory

length: 3:36
What's happenin', dude? Whatchu thinkin' about there?
What's goin' on? Talk to me, I know you're thinkin'
What? Must be a lot on your mind, express yourself, fool
Tell me what you thinkin' about, *****

Who, why? Whatever, any puzzle I put it together
With any stress, I'm copin', like a flesh wound, I'm open
Still got balls after vasectomies
My anatomy is strictly scientifical, your life is pitiful

I got no relationships, just hit an' then dismiss
My sex is 'Strictly ****', no, man, I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up
I'm chargin' girls for ****, my ****, you stick up

Butt naked like Adam an' Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head an' think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream an' y'all playin' parts in it?

You talkin' like you drunken but you flunkin'
Classes you be takin', let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray
'Til all our business on rent in late

Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings

Am I underrated? Thinkin' 'bout it get me frustrated
I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated
Graduated from PG, now I'm X-Rated
Glad I made it, left you behind an' you hate it

Look into my eyes, do you see a ***** or a person?
See, I worsen, section 8 got to be flirtin'
**** workin' for 85, who you jivin'?
Still survivin', lock your ****in' door when I'm arrivin'

Surprisin', realizin', magnetisin'
Describin' how I'm risin', hypnotizin'
Got comments, put replies in, no lies in
If you do, your life will need revivin'

When I'm sleep, I die, when I wake up, I'm born
I leave the earth each day to get my soul reborn
So to God, I pray, I make it through this day
This must be deja vu 'cause I relive this day

Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings

Bring it on it, freak it on it

Child abused as a child, child Magoo, buck-wild
Welfare, met the cake, too much sugar in the cool-Aid
Misfit until I ****ed Jill on the hill
Look out, heads up, to the girls, let's buck

Like night, shade grows, workin' dope, mind flows
But please, I'm on hot, I cook, non-stop
Stick a pin in some paper, take notes, play ya later
Praise God, He made ya, no, man, what? Praise

Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings

Clock Strikes (remix)

length: 3:44

Sex Beat (interlude)

length: 1:46
Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
Hahahah
Do you hear my voice, ladies?
Ladies? Hah
See I don't disrespect no woman
As long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?
I would never call a girl, that B word
Never call you no hoe
All I wanna do is lick on your toe
And, pull off your, tight Girbauds
Ahhhhhhh, huh
Ahhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?
I already got mine
How bout you pour yourself some
Know what I'm sayin?
Alright, like my boyz 112 said
Only you baby
You know what I'm sayin?
But enough for the humpin
Say what say what?
I'm out

Man Undercover

length: 4:42
performer: Aaliyah
[Aaliyah] and & (Missy)
Say what
You look good
(say it two times)
You look good good
(say it three times)
You look good good good
(say it four times)
Oh oh oh oh good

[Aaliyah]
I, I, like the way, way, you get down, down
(thats the way I like it)
You're the kinda guy
That makes mom feel proud
Don't have to show you're the boy, oh
I, I, like you the way that you are

[Chorus]
I like my man undercover
Smooth dark brotha
Fly to the bone
You don't need no fly jeep
To come and scoop me
You can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
A man undercover
Smooth black brotha
Fly to the bone
Don't need no Gucci sweater
To make you look better
You can wear what you own

[Aaliyah]
I, I, love, love the way that you smile, smile
You, you the type of guy
That got his own style
All I want to do is be with you
You, you got me feelin'
The way that I do

[Chorus]
I like my man undercover
Smooth dark brotha
Fly to the bone
You don't need no fly jeep
To come and scoop me
You can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
A man undercover
Smooth black brotha
Fly to the bone
Don't need no Gucci sweater
To make you look better
You can wear what you own

[Aaliyah] and & (Missy)
Say what
You look good
(say it two times)
You look good good
(say it three times)
You look good good good
(say it four times)
Oh oh oh oh good

[Timbaland]
We be freakin' up in my jeep (my jeep)
Listenin to this phat LP (LP)
Lets cruise around the town (the town)
I'm diggin' you are you diggin' me
Lets hop on my holiday (holiday)
That costs about 20K (20K)
What it takes me to persuade (persuade)
Turn ten night in to day (to day)
I never seen a girl (a girl)
Who hypnotize like you (like you)
Who walk just like you (like you)
Who talk just like you (like you)
I want to be your lover (your lover)
That ill type brotha (brotha)
Baby girl baby girl (baby girl)
We can keep it undercover

[Chorus until fade]

Joy

length: 4:56
Sup party people, how y'all doin'?
Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track
Let my man Ginuwine bring it in like this

I know I sound bold, yeah
(What's your favorite position?)
Not every player's cold, no, baby
(That's a superstition)

I'd like to take a hold of you, baby
(Ask me for permission)
I won't even tell a soul, oh
(Once you feign submission)

Well go on an isley track, yeah, yeah
(Would you like that production?)
And I'mma massage your back, baby girl
(That's called my seduction)

I'm headed down this life soon
(Listen up my instruction)
Baby, you need to relax, sit back
(Sit back)

'Cause I wanna bring you joy, joy, baby
(Joy, joy, joy, joy)
Every day and every night, joy
(Joy, joy)
Yeah joy, c'mon, I wanna give you joy, baby
(Joy, joy, joy, joy)
Joy, c'mon, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)

I'll say it's lost when you're fast, girl, c'mon now, girl
(You can't have your perfection)
Baby, don't close your eyes, lady
('Cause you see my reflection)

And even though I know your shine
(Make no signs of reflection)
I see that you're willing to try
(You're headed in my direction)

I wanna bring you joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy, joy)
You hear me, baby, I wanna bring you joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)
In the morning, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)
You're joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)

Out of all my candy coated cooters, you my almond joy
You can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a freakazoid
I can't fight the feelin' 'cause the feelin' got me fightin' fast
Gimme twenty minutes, I'mma be to see that ***

'Cause after the last time we started fightin' fire
You be my queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your supplier
This ain't no carbon copy, hoe, this is the real thang
Young mack on the attack, girl, you can't complain

It's gonna be
(It's gonna be)
Be
(Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be so live)

It's gonna be
(It's gonna be)
Yeah, yeah
(Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be so live)

It's gonna be
(It's gonna be)
Be
(Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be so live)

It's gonna be
(It's gonna be
Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be so live)

Somebody say joy, joy, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy, joy)
All about joy to you, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)
Joy in the morning, in the evening, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)

Late in the midnight hour, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)
Joy, joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)
Joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy)
Joy, joy
(Joy, joy, joy)

Joy all the time y'all, joy, joy
Joy that you can feel, joy, joy
All that we even need is joy y'all, joy, joy
(It's gonna be)
Just a little bit, just a little bit of joy, joy
(It's gonna be)

Up Jumps da’ Boogie (remix)

length: 5:01