Here We Come Album

Artist(s): Timbaland feat. Missy Elliott & Magoo

Cover Art

Timbaland feat. Missy Elliott & Magoo Here We Come Cover Art

Tracklist

Here We Come

length: 4:41

Another one

Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the uh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish 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 ***** wit' class, you're a girl with a job
Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever
Go downtown, "Well I never"

Uh, uh
Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)
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 dat

Aye yo, aye yo
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 trying to jack every Timbaland track
Maganoo, where you was?
They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs
Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good
So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"
I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie
Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies

Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the uh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the uh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

He he
Girl, when the bar open up five rum
Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some
9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak
Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak
Don't gotta floss, all girls know they name
Only near, chillin' in the club, no game
Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese
When the club close got his girl on her knees
Oh man please, learn the two degrees
Degree number one, keep your hon off trees
Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do

Uh huh
Tricks, is what I got in my bag
Hits, is what I make out the lab
Ritz, is the crackers that I eat
*****, is what a man don't need
Rubber, shows I'm a careful lover
Stutter, is what I do in trouble, what?

My man, Timbaland
He make beats for the streets
See, me and Maganoo
In the back rollin' trees
Gettin' high off the phone
Tell a ***** what chu want, hey!

Now, I'm in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them *****es stay
Oh by the way
Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance

Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the uh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the uh and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo (Yea)

Talkin' Trash

length: 4:38
featuring Bassey
[Timbaland]
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you want it? Uh uh uh what
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you want it? Uh uh uh say what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you want it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you want it? Part two part two

[Bassey]
Why you always askin' me why I talk like that?
What, you think you betta, *****, 'cause your pockets are fat?
Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these *****s about to dent up they whip
You know me and I don't think I have to explain
You that same crotty ***** that ****ed that ***** in my Range
It was the same, life, it was talked up a good game
Between that money and that ***** that she claim to fame

[Timbaland]
Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap lies
It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs
Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover
You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your Rover
It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like that
Don't try to explain, get yo *** to the back
Never ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team
Now baby dove, get the keys to your Beem'

1 [Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to me?
[Bassy]
'cause you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassy]
'cause you always playin' games, Timothy

[Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to me?
[Bassey]
'cause you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassey]
Because you always playin' games with Bassy

[Bassey]
I done met many players that act like you
Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw
Instead of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'
'cause you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm whipped
Got numerous *****s that be rottin' my ****
And the last thing I need is a ***** for kicks
I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on Gucci
**** the money and diamonds 'cause *****, I'm still shinin'

[Timbaland]
Look at you, girl, talkin' trash
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your ***
Don't try to get on my track and clown
You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown
Why you tryin' to start trouble in my can?
Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped
Keep on givin' me the cold shoulder
Now I got to get the keys to the Roller
You gone

Repeat 1
[Bassey]
It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the love
Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream of
I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks
Cardierre wrist wear with the shivel on top
Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me
Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy)
Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy
'cause I hooked up and got with your man, ***** scrammed

[Timbaland]
Girl, what you know about Cardi and wrist wear?
When you don't even wear Vic's Underwear
Think before you start talkin' ****
Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and whips
I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedos
I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people
I keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' to
Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

I Get It On

length: 4:46
What's up Jack?

This goes out (uh huh)
It goes out (uh huh)
To all the beat-biters (huh? What?)
Timbaland got something to say y'all
Check him out
This is the lil' man speaking right now
Yo Timbaland kick it
If it's money to be made I guess I'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked I guess I'm the winner
You know my crew Ginuwine not the pretender
One in a million like Aaliyah Burn like Gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who want to mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

Timbo I even bowed it down in no
And every corner that I flow
You know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
I get it on

Can you get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)

I'm the top *****, watch *****, hot *****, yo (Yo)
**** that I dropped, nonstop *****, whoa (Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)
Either *****'s vibe or they make **** light (Whew)
Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)
Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)
Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)
Outside production on Coko and Total
Fugitive want to buy the man for real
Got warrants beats and program to kill
Timbaland *****, and I'm Ill
Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow
I'm burnin' up, y'all can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south they know
When it come to these beats I don't play, yo
I get it on

Can I get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)

Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two seater Benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive indeed
Without the see's, lavish habits love the carats
*****'s with mad weaves
Spendin' money ain't nuthin'
*****'s who style frontin'
And then pretend ya gettin' old
*****, we let you know, diamond district
Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it
Money to burn, ***** when will you learn
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed *****
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot ****
Check the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and *****'s know I'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

And I told y'all we won't miss, what?

Did she get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Point 'em out, what?

Did she get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hm)

Can I get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out, uh (Um hm)

Can he get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out ***** (Um hm)
Now point 'em out, what?

Now let's ride, yeah boo

Yo, Timbaland
People don't understand how you do these beats, yo
Ha, even I don't understand
You know people always tryin' to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I ain't mad at cha
Play on playa