Under Construction, Part II Album

Artist(s): Timbaland & Magoo

Cover Art

Timbaland & Magoo Under Construction, Part II Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro / Straight Outta Virginia

length: 2:04

[Intro - talking - w/ ad libs]
Oh! (ah, ah, ah)
Oh! (ah, ah, ah)
Oh!
Run it back, oh
(ah, ah, ah) Oh!
(oh, why'all don't know)
Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(y'all don't know but)
Let me tell ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm comin straight outta VA (oh)
A ***** named Timbo, growin up a ***** never had cash flow
Catch me dippin in the banana ten fo'
With my ***** An'twan in VA (c'mon)
Probably hit the high school football game
Salem versus Green Run and that's the **** mayn
After that we gon' meet up at the foodlion (what)
Little Caesar's pieces ************s ain't tryin
To go against (what), Bridal Creek (uh huh)
Keep talkin ***** you'll get found in that creek (oh)
And that's how we do it in the Va Beach(oh)
I can't forget my ***** Pharrell and Camsky (oh)
why'all remember them house parties (oh)
When a ***** name was DJ Timmy T (oh)
Queen bread, Blackness had the Cutlass Capri (oh)
Look at this *****, I'm reppin my Va Beach (uh, oh)
[Break]
Yeah (oh)
Yeah (oh)
(nah, nah, nah, nah)
Yeah (like this oh)
Oh, oh
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
I'm comin straight outta VA (yeah)
[Outro - talking]
Homie, that's how we do it (hey man)
That's how we do it (hey man)
Pharrell, Clipse (oh), Big see, Magoo
Ah, can't forget AI, AI
We comin straight outta VA
Like that homie (homie)

Cop That Shit

length: 3:33
guest lead vocals: Missy Elliott
[Intro: Missy Elliot]
We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott **** (****)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT ****! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT ****! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP THAT ****! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot ****, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT ****! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, **** TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a brand new car!

[Chorus]

Shenanigans

length: 3:47
performer: Bubba Sparxxx
Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm, see'mon (OW)

Make them beats like you used to make (oh)
Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
Make them beats like you used to make (woo)
(OOHHH), (c'mon)

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)
I think I'm about to cross the line (line)
And find me somethin that soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)

You better hold me back, I told you that
I got enough heat to take your corners back
And I done took your freak, you want her back
(Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)

I'm a dirty south ***** from the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)
And why'all don't really want to **** with me
I don't care what why'all say, why'all stuck with me (alright now)

Now I got the place panicin (oh)
Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)
And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)

[Chorus]
You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans

(Oh) You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back (oh)
You better hold me back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans

[Verse 2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I will put heat on the track
Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax

You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
**** face, the street is a car chase
Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race

I erase my fear and don't reappear
I'm a go to the bar and take your beer, *****
*****, I must make **** clear
**** around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear

You better do the same, I fight 'til your slain
On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein
And I might put two in the sky
Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's clear I own this
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive
North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence

Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
**** it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it
Most of them think our **** is useless, believe it

But me I got a love affair with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory why'all can't govern
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the *****es neither
And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either

Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this **** deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (*****)

[Chorus]

[humming continues]
... full of shenanigans

Leavin’

length: 3:36
performer: Attitude
Oh, Uh, Uh, Let's go, Uh, Uh

[Verse: Timbaland]
Hey why'all, it's Timbaland with the jump off
I only got forty eight hours before my plane takes off
I got this girl ready to give me some face off
I think I need seven just to make the playoff

But I ain't gonna hit tonight, I'ma leave a good impression before I catch my flight (come on)
How I'm wrong when you ain't right?
When your dumbass will be right on my flight (stupid)
There goes my shenanigans, laugh with me

There ain't no need for panicking
Chill out, you on a private plane
Just lay your head back to this kirkle bang
Eat some peanuts, sip on some champagne

Your fly mileage go up as you give me brain
This is what Thomas do, piss on my mark then I get back to you

[Chorus: x 2]
'Cause I'm leaving on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Why don't you just call up all your friends
And let's get something started

[Verse: Attitude]
I'm only in town for two days, two nights only
I'm hoping that you want to spend these two nights on me
I like your home girls you like my homies
We ain't really tryna spend these two night lonely

Shawty, really ain't much I'm asking for
A little conversation, a nice piece of *** to go
I like penetration, how you like it fast or slow?
Only a hip, nobody has to know

She looking at me, weighing up her options
She ready to leave, and go get it poppin'
What could be the fact that I got there
Drop top Benz or that single in the top 10?

I dunno but whatever it is gotta::crunk
She grabbing her liquor, coming out of Prada
I told her I'ma pimp it, I ain't coming out a dollar
Let's go! I'm leaving gonna be out of here tomorrow

[Chorus: x 2]

[Verse: Magoo]
Girl you lookin' right in those jeans
You been eating colligreens?
That's obscene, your man don't help you make beans?
You have a house, 2 kids, and he working

There's rumors, he and your best friend been flirting
But I ain't tryna **** you tonight
Your *** big, but your face hmmmm that look alright
I tell you what, I'ma make an exception

Clothes off, that's the truth
Clothes on is deception
Aw, yea, a macilent conception
Front or the back, hit in any direction

And baby you the cause of my erection
Stop at Wal-Greens I'ma buy some protection
**** that, go and put it in my face girl
I really have a need to give you face girl

You said you dreamed if sex with a star
Make up your mind, Oo be on a jet tomorrow

[Chorus: x 2]

That Shit Ain’t Gonna Work

length: 3:59
* send corrections to the typist

(old guy)
Didn't I tell you fo' I left here, don't fool no guitar
And the shit be just tearin me up

Ah, oh
Come on, oh
You bout to witness here, a little chip on my shoulder
Tim & Maganoo

(Timbaland)
Everyone know I'm a beast when it comes to these beats you can copy me but
Nigga (That shit ain't gone work)
You can sample my drum kicks & my snare, make yo beat & it compares
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
You can borrow my MP even hire Jimmy D to engineer for you
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
You can get to CD to Bill if you get any kinda deal still
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
I been makin that fire before some of you was alive check the archive
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Forget it if I did a beat & let it come out wit yo name on the credits
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
I'm proper nobody can stop a nigga pull yo gun & pop a nigga I promise
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
If you get a famous feature on yo song ain't nobody gone sing-a-long
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)

(CHORUS)
Before y'all suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz count
Nigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured out
Before you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouth
Nigga I'm a problem

(Timbaland)
Now let me shoot you some game, Don't be tryna use my name to get you some fame
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Get you two or three platinum chains, Big body Benz on thangs ain't gone be the same
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
I'm tired of folks takin me for a joke, I'm bout to get my duct tape & my rope
Don't be surprised if somebody get choked
I'm a problem I told you before, I just couldn't hold it no more now you know
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Keep on playin them games, we gone start sprayin them thangs
We ain't comin to complain somebody gone get hurt
I shouldn't have to say it again, But I will case you couldn't comprehend
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
I hate to repeat myself, you look like you need a lil' help but even when you get it
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
You can holla & kick up dirt, Get crunk & pull off yo shirt, you don't scare me
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)

(CHORUS)

(Magoo)
You can pay a hooker money put a gun to her head for the pussy but
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
You can take a time machine to my past kill my mom before my birth
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
If you know I'm finna kill ya get the F-B-I for protection
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Get a face job, that'll make you look like me but you can't write like me
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Get an application for a job, payin you to breathe, you best believe
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Get a white wife, join a country club, let Fuzzy call you nigga, nigga
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Good face get Mase to baptize you, I don't sympathize with you
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)
Put a gun to my head, Pull the trigger, my last words is Fuck You Nigga
(nigga, that shit ain't gone work)

(CHORUS)

Don’t Make Me Take It There

length: 4:27
[Timbaland]
Yau [echo 2x Yau]
They still won't give me my props
Now I'm pissed off
why'all will see the other side of me
Come on
Like this

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a ***** didn't make his entry
*****z would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
why'all *****z gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will *****

What the **** would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
For every hood got' get back, what another ***** envy
But I swear I ain't no killer, but why'all *****z 'bout to tempt me
To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me
When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me
Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
Let my music not really be confused with anybody
'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime
then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
and the mic happens ring with the nine
if it's drama let these *****z tryin' to bring to my mind
I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
and if you don't love it you can shove a **** down your throat

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a ***** didn't make his entry
*****z would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
why'all *****z gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will *****

Look at my eyes *****, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise *****
Momma yelling rise ***** get up out that bed snoarin'
if you want it go get it **** havin' to beg for it
Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it
I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it
Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story
I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'
So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit
walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with
*****z watching me go free not just a week in my marriage
with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status
but I remain as the baddest ************ 's established
and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at
Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit
In front of my enemies' face I **** like a steal rabbit
To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it
With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it
At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it
All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'

[Frank Lee White]
Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day
And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay
I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami
Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny
Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change
But **** Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things
'xcept the rap game and bust the track game
**** he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man
can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots
before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots
before Sam Goddie and MTV
before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC
before the white rap explosion before the corrosion
when we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open
it was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in
**** whatcha cookin' in that kitchen again
some **** like that

[Timbaland]
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a ***** didn't make his entry
*****z would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
why'all *****z gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will *****

Indian Flute

length: 3:23
writer: Timbaland, Magoo, Raje Shwari, Garland Mosley
Featuring Magoo.

O come here shorty. I like you.
What? you like me 2?
I don't understand a word your sayin but let me talk 2 u.

I got my eyez on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that you are tha truth (tu hai me raja)
I luv you're indian flute (mera raja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)
Darasa tu mein loo to kya (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

(bari mujhe phil a hai ab bach na)
Baby I've been eyeing you away from afar
(teri ake'o main kuch de ta)
Thanx 4 tha props but 2 me you tha star
(nadin a kuw bol lun aaja)
Letz get it on 2nite. why wait 4 2morra?
(come on can you show me how bad you are?)
Aaja soniye mein pya kya, o

I got my eyez on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that you are tha truth (tu hai me raja)
I luv you're indian flute (mera raja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)
Darasa tu mein loo to kya (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

(abito batana mein kya karoo)
Baby you sure you wanna sleep next 2 'oo wen itz 3, all thatz on tha tv iz kung fu
**** around wit a ***** & end up on top of you
(dooga hai ta zindagi hai tu)
You weren't tha first best believe fo sho there's been a few
(come on bang tha music 'cause I'm feelin u)
Aaja soniye par kurta voo

I got my eyez on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that you are tha truth (tu hai me raja)
I luv you're indian flute (mera raja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)
Darasa tu mein loo to kya (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

(tere baho mein ab pluleo)
Go slow & ill direct you're every move like a young benny boom afta beatin up your womb
No need 2 put on perfume baby girl you leavin soon
(kabhi mere paso jele aaja)
Nobody gotta no you're thong waz maroon
(tere huna)
You no afta creepin out my room
(tu hi mera)
Just so you're man don't assume
Sing it 2 him
(kasise humara meruna)
Sing it 2 him
(dumhese hum dono dewana)
Sing it 2 him
(hum heeto hum muste kayo para to me loo to kya hua)

I got my eyez on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that you are tha truth (tu hai me raja)
I luv you're indian flute (mera raja)
O da da do da da do da da do (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera milen antha (sing it to me)
Tu phil a mera pyar hua (sing it to me)
Darasa tu mein loo to kya (but I can't understand a word your sayin)

Can We Do It Again

length: 3:53
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
This goes out
For all the people
That think I couldn't make it again
See what I'm sayin
We're back at y'all
Third time, (heh heh)

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatin
Penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin
I hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hard
Got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor
Gimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)
I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)
This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)
People wonder when will we come with the same magic
That make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)
I actin gorilla with it, my game savage
You should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

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

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

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Still spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)
Even though my neck and wrist all glossy
And my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)
You could copy or hate on my style
Steppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)
I hit the leather, get the meters to peakin
I lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)
You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)
Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)
You better love me, she be backin it up on me
I'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)
I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna play
And when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Magoo]
Ew we, my pimpin is pimpalicious
I'm more than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)
Them other rappers come with that heat talk
I talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)
But if ya feelin froggy and he leap
I fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)
You think I'm puttin cover that bird shit
I have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)
And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)
He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)
I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them guns
I ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)
So give me mine and you can take yours
It was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since Tim name happen
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

[Chorus]

(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)

Naughty Eye

length: 4:56
[Timbaland]
Yooo..
(What What) Ha, Ha, Ha, Haa, Haa (What What)
Yo Yo, Ya Yo Yo Yoooo (Oh Oh)

Give me that eye, Give me that Eye (Boom da Uh UH)
Ya Yo Yo Yoooo
Give me that eye, Give me that eye (Boom da uh uh)

[First Verse: Timabaland]
People know me, As "The Great Timbaland" (Timbaland)
Been brought in the Slums, But I ranned (But I ranned)
Been boning girls in the Scooby Doo Van (Doo Van)
Chicks been missing since the Summer Of Sam (Of Sam)
Oh, I get'em all from ya hood clubs (Clubs)
Blue Magic, Be floating in my black Cup (Cup)
Mack mold, spit the game and make'em feel good (Feel Good)
Eyes closed like they gone off that backwood (Backwood)
(Ahhhh) Go on girllll, do ya damn thang
Booty poppin, Spell my name with ya tongue rang
Banana Dodge ain't a damn thang
Sitting in the bucket, like a Champagne
This for my ghetto people (People)
Another T & M Collabo (Collabo)
So girlll, why you actin funny for
I see ya eyes talkin while you got ya mouth closed

[Chorus 2X: Timbaland & (Raje)]
Look at that, look at that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Naye)
I see you give that Naughty Eye (Manu ma Neye)
Sucking on ya thumb like a pacifier (Na Raje, Nu Fire)
Must mean you wanna get naughty right
[female moan] eeee yeah

[Second Verse: Magoo]
I want you *****es to calm down
I'm Yao Ming with mines, a player in each town
I know you mad when I come around
I Lex coupe to woman, tops they come down (Oh)
You wanna see what can Magoo do
Be in V.I.P. with my hands up ya Tu-Tu
Boo, get you and Sue, Tisha and Lu Lu
Get a twelve pack of skins, so I can run through ya whole crew
Look ma, I know I was the one that you wanted
You gave me Naughty Eye, Seen you in the club but you fronted
You got mad blunted, Then Mag became the Hunted
It was fourth down, would've made a pass, but I punted
I got more woman than ye, You just Flea
Give'em crackers an cheese, Then give'em some tea
You want some money hoe, Go catch a bee
Cause the ***** in ya pants ***** smell like a sea

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2X: Raje Shwari]
Ohh mede do ooh aje
Tuu mede do ooh aje
Bu mede do ooh aje
(Sebastian) Ha Ha, Ha Ha

[Third Verse: Sebastian + (Timbaland)]
Sebastian be quicker
More proof than my daddy's old E liquor
I like'em Trina size, but if they ever be bigger
I put the sheets to the ground
Act bigger, make the shake stick her, so they can at least figure
Then we hit the slopes
Same amount of snow, that Johnny would it nose
No chain and ropes, I don't chestize my hoes
Just release the low, and put little me's on clothes
But still though I got (love for you)
Single mothers I got (love for you)
**** *****z who hatin I got (love for you)
Middle fingers I keep'em (up for you)
Couple bottles with models
That would swallow you whole
If I vanish tomorrow, *****z will follow the flow
See a hundred like towers, watch me pull in the load
When I come to ya clubs, *****z will be stare at the doors

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[Breakdown: Timbaland]
Go [Echo]

N 2 da Music

length: 3:58
performer: Brandy
[Intro - Timbaland - talking (echo)]
Uh, ah, haha uh, ah
see'mon, [harmonizing]
What we got right here
Is that feel good music why'all
Uh, [harmonizing], see'mon

[Break - Brandy - w/ ad libs]
When I'm chillin in my neighbor's shade
Watchin the ocean from a balcony
And I love the sound of the waves
And I love it like that, cause to me this is how I get away

[Timbaland]
Ha, so what you gonna do girl, what you gonna do

[Chorus - Brandy - w/ ad libs]
Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (ho)

Outside with my TV on, cell phone on, the radio on
Cause I want to get into the music
([Timbaland:] I get into the music) (c'mon)

And it feel so good
It's like blood flowin to my veins
([Timbaland:] It's like blood flowin to my veins)

And it feel so good
It's like blood flowing to my veins

[Timbaland]
Alright now, let's take it to the bridge [echo]

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
(Ho) It's Timbaland I'm back (uh huh ...)
with another one you can dance, so you can relax (woo, woo ...)
My music moves you wherever you at
I play it loud, to move the crowd, I like it like that (c'mon, see'mon ...)
I know you feel the vibe, from the club to your clothes
and you'll still decide I love it
Everytime I get 'em a ride
I drop the top, turn the volume up and put it in drive
Me and Aaliyah did +One In A Million+
When Ginuwine dropped +Pony+ was the one that I'm feelin
Hey, we havin a party, come through with your crew
Turn up the feel good, do what you do

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Magoo]
Yeah, when I'm feelin lost and hurt, you can soothe my soul
You was there for me, music
I was goin out of control, 'til I heard Marvin Gaye
"Now it ain't a mountain high enough, when time is rough"
I turn to you, yeah
Believe it or not, I learned from you, yeah
All of my soul, I bear to you
Your not a painkiller, but I think a snare'll do the trick
And I just want to lose myself in you
I gained all my health and my wealth from you
I started thinkin me and you was just a phase
Now I can't count the days

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

Hold On

length: 5:05
vocal: Wyclef Jean, Magoo and Timbaland
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)

[Verse 1 - Timbaland + (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more (yeah)
I got a plan, I wonder how far I can go
I demand the best for myself, that's all I know
I, done seen the world become
Products of a revolution that we begun (yeah)
Make me want to split a swisher, I need me one
They keep on copying what we done done
That's why I say ..

[Break - Timbaland]
I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoes
And would you be prepared to see (would ya?)
A life full of money and a life full of girls
But a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my corner
But I gotta grab all these leaves
So I must ..

[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]
Hey, Timbaland you gotta hold on (hold on)
But you got to be strong
Though the pain almost over
([Timbaland:] My pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), you can't quit

You gotta hold on, you got to be strong
([Timbaland:] Uh, my pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah

[Verse 2 - Magoo + (Wyclef Jean)]
Pain, can't you see the pain in my eyes?
The lie behind my cries, don't you sympathize with me
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo fail, kick 'em to the ground (yeah)
Not just neighbors, the whole damn town
Own flesh and blood, said I was a clown
But as the world turns, my life can too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward of the state
I know it was the past, but I just can't shake
How you had a kid, beat me like a slave
I was only three, how could I misbehave?
I didn't know better, you could teach me first
You said **** that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold on

[Break - Timbaland]
I know you like my shoes, cause you walk in my shoes
And would you be prepared to see (would ya?)
([Wyclef:] yeah)
A life full of money and a life full of girls
But a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Maganoo")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's in my corner, don't know where is my corner
([Wyclef:] yeah)
But I gotta grab all these leaves, uh huh
So I must ..

[Chorus - Wyclef Jean]
You gotta hold on (hold on)
But you got to be strong
Though the pain almost over
([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)
Look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah
([Timbaland:] I can't quit yet), can't quit

You gotta hold on (yeah)
You got to be strong (yeah)
([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)
Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)

[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]
Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into Crook-lyn
The youngn's they spend their life in central Crook-lyn (yeah)
I've seen prom queens, turn into prom fiends
Sometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah)
I've seen best friends, turn to enemies
What made it sad, I had to sing at the eulogy
So hard for us to say goodbye
So I puff the lye and stay high (yeah)
The man you said was your fam in the park (yeah)
Saw your face spark when you found out he was a Narc (yeah)
Cause everybody want to be Nino Brown
They want to be Nino Brown, they want to be Nino Brown (yeah)
And the girls they love the Nino Brown
They hug they Nino Brown, they lust for Nino Brown (yeah)
And the fiends they want the Nino Brown
The way he hold you down, when he comes around (yeah) [echo]

[Outro - Timbland - talking]
The pain never stops baby
Lele, I hope ya hear us
Cause life will never be the same without you girl
([Wyclef:] yeah)
Timbaland talkin to you
([Wyclef:] yeah, yo, yo)
We ain't used to nothin
This music industry, will never be the same without you
Nothin but pain, hard struggle
But me and Jimmy D, we're gonna keep ridin for ya
Cause life must go on
You must live on
So we gotta hold on, see'mon

(Hold on) uh, (hold on)
My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)
I can't quit yet (hold on, hold on)
My pain almost over (hold on, hold on)
Nah Lele, me and 'Goo we can't quit, OH!

Insane

length: 4:32
[Timbaland]
Ahh! Whoa! Feel it? Ugh!
This here is one of those joints you just ride out
Get your thoughts together
"GG" talk to me

[Candice "Gg" Nelson]
I like you 'cause you are above average
So I might do things you don't understand
But I like to correct your bad habits
'cause I want to make you an honest man

[Timbaland]
Huh! I got some precise questions bout my past life
Wondering why we so close to buildings on this last flight
Pray at night and keep my "Run" posted by the door
DMC above like Jason falling to the floor

My mind can carry of a picture perfect
Of my Aunt Mary
Her face in the mirror like she wasn't burried
I drink Hypnotiq let my conscience go (go)

[Magoo]
Tim you need to take it slow (slow)

[Timbaland]
These endless songs got me waking up in cold sweats
What gets the real time wondering where Aaliyah at
I got a wife that watch another girl give me neck
Fix my lunch with plastic wrap up on my pita bread

I'll bite my tongue but she's so outspoken
To that box of Saran bust her head wide open
Handcuffs open my fists go up for Eminem
And when he's walking out his courtcase
I'll be walking in

[Chorus]
I know you're safe (Whoooooo)
You're gonna stay (Whoooooo)
But your mind could change (Whoooooo)
I'm going insane (Whoooooo)
I'm going crazy!
[Repeat]

[Magoo]
You know them days when you troubled inside
All you think about **** paying bills
You ignore em' you gone drink it out
That's the way that I feel as I am writing this

Sit back roll up a blunt take some delight in this
You been invited to a piece of my sanity
And vanity is absent does that weaken the man in me
My fantasy on side man reality bites

Who can't believe all these rappers let alone what he writes
I wasn't forced to lie to why'all but I did
I don't own a plane or yacht or eat squid but
I'm entertaining there will be no explaining

I'm criticized for having fun
Killings more enovating they say
But anyway however ignorance chooses food
It's rude to tell you how you have been screwed

And I'm a part of the problem
And its racking my brain
Excuse me miss I'm half fool half insane

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
I can't believe that the world is so cold
That's why I keep a runny nose
And I wish my problems would go (Oh)
People don't know me

People don't ask me no questions
Bris Sparky D was an injustice
The greatest rappers man suffered depressions
So I'm signing *****s while Whodini's taking the publishing

My mind state is like the crime rate
A high percentage of your royalties is in my bank
New artists when you're trying to break
I'm prewarning you before you even hand me your tape (Let's go!)

[Chorus]

Throwback

length: 3:46
Yeah, yeah [echo]
[female voice - moaning]
Yeah [echo]

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
Now here I go, Timbaland will never bring the same old flow
When the game was mold
I'm a hold my own, look at these women they want to sing my song
While they sing my song

And they say my name, look at they ready to go and play my games
I'ma pick the one and say it ain't no thing
I'ma get the one that want to drop that thing
Can you top that thing?

I'm a ride or die, ride through the corners like who am I
Shorty I'm the one with the pump on five [gunshot]
This is America, can you jump that high?
Girl show it to me ...

[Chorus - Timbaland + (Female voice)]
I see you backside, pokin through your coat
Come here girl let me take your coat
Now I want you drop it to the floor
And she say

(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback baby
OH, let me see that throwback baby

(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby
(I'm genuine baby)
Go head baby, OH, let me see that throwback baby
OH, let me see that throwback baby

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Now shorty take your time
I'm a sip Hennessey while you taste that wine
'Til we both feel fine
Well I, I think I really want to stay for a while

Bring some of your friends and we can play for a while
Like hide and go get, and when I get you deny
Make you turn around and put them hips in the sky
****lin the ways I want to hit 'til I'm tired

And you could stick around, we can dip for the night
Timbaland, just a man on the go
When we gonna meet again, I just don't know
But I'm a have to stay for the show

I think I want to see you take the stage once mo'
While I say (say ...)

[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]
I knew I cut real hard, this the fifteenth song
And your man pagin you, he know you doin somethin wrong
Girl take a X pill, drink a little yak
Eat two power bars, I'ma hit it from the back

My **** is like a Tech 9, you gon' respect mine
I need some top piece, blow me 'til that head shine
Oo never cums, that's why she must **** me
I hit it 49 states, next Kentucky

So take off your coat, take off your throwback
I ordered some ooze and ate of your toe back
Make your *** clap, make your ***** snap
So deep, so wet, my ****'s swimmin laps

Make your *** clap, make your ***** snap
So deep, so wet, my ****'s swimmin laps
Perhaps we can menage to jazz
I like blonde hair chicks, like candy ***

[Chorus]

[scratching mixed in with beat until fade]

Hold Cutz

length: 4:24
[Timbaland - talking]
Uh, what's up girl
Why you trippin on me?
I thought we was past that
Feel me?
Alright let me talk to ya, uh

[Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs]
C'mon baby what's the hold up
You carryin me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby what's the hold up
You carryin me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?
(Cause I'm that fly)

[Verse 1 - Magoo]
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
And I think of them times when you was lickin my b____
I never came in your face, you said you hated the taste
That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my c__ inside your weight plate
You comfortable now? You need your toes massaged
I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da barges
With your favorite song, you need to take off the thong
Go head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrong
We could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smile
I'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection
See I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my s__ is so terrific
It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" things
I put a hot dog in your b__ that sure to make you c__

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love
And I told her, don't hurt me again
Actin like the vaughn a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back then
Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen
Crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz
We circle my block and we do it again
Now let's fast forward to my living room flo'
Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to go
I slap broke my watch cause this raggedy ho
She like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slow
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love
And I told her, don't hurt me again
Can't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Magoo]
Tell me if she like it and if not
Girl is this your spot?
I never c__ in second, some reppin for camel lot
And when I was a kid, I used to f___ in the bushes
Only time I turn it down is when you don't use dush
You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your p____ is fly
It's a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retire
And I aspire to be p____ of convenience for you
But we f___in in the bed, let's cut in the living room
You likin my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?
Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbation
I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttin
Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and c__min

[Chorus]

I Got Luv 4 Ya

length: 4:08
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, huh [echo]
It's Tim and Maganoo again, uh
It's Tim and Maganoo again, ah, ah
It's Tim and Maganoo again
Let me talk to ya

[Timbaland]
I remember those days when I was holdin back
When Star Crunch was a popular snack
Would you buy you that, sneak the rest in my nuts
You know that Johnny Appleseed and that frozen cup
We grew up, but ain't you sister Jean cousin (cousin)
Just cause we older that don't mean nothin (nothin)
We still could hit the beacon, a couple of Bible meetings
Live right just like the deacons and backslide on the weekend
Now things change, not just your new love
See you never used to trip off material stuff
So I ain't mad at dude cause he rimmed up his truck
Just mad at you, you clumsy klutz
And it's no surprise how I'm feelin inside
So the only thing you ever probably did for my eye
Used to tears in the bucket, I hope you dummies loved it
Although it's over, you still my soldier (my soldier)

[Timbaland]
Cause I got love for ya
Can I get a hug from ya?
I'm not tryna point the finger and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just tryna take them burdens off of ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo

[Magoo]
I first met ya at the strip club
Instead of one, had to give ya two dubs
Right from sight baby, I was past love
It must be the fact, opposites attract
Do the addition, it's a one on one thing, and I'ma lace you with bling
Cause the way you make me feel is an incredible thing
But you had to hurt me, made love to my best friend
But just like "Chucky" I'ma stay 'til the very end
On top of that, you was usin crack and cocaine
You had oomph, had to throw my towel in mayn
I can't judge cause I cheated, you ain't hold no grudge
I had a child with her, baby it's warm in love
Then Christmas Eve we was playin two hand spades
You rolled on up, Ace I'm sorry but I have AIDS
But I'ma ride with you, until your death
And I'ma stay by your side, last heartbeat, last breath

[Timbaland]
Cause I got love for ya
Can I get a hug from ya?
I'm not tryna point the finger and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just tryna take them burdens off of ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo

[Timbaland]
I hope ya forgive me too, uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too), uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too)
Be adults about the situation baby, c'mon

[Timbaland]
Cause I got love for ya
Can I get a hug from ya?
I'm not tryna point the finger and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just tryna take them burdens off of ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo

[Timbaland]
I hope ya forgive me too, uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too), uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too)
Be adults about the situation baby, c'mon

I hope ya forgive me too, uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too), uh
I hope ya forgive me too (too)
Two wrongs don't make a right, girl, uh
Two wrongs don't make a right, girlll
Oo, oo, let's ride out
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk about it
Heavy T, Oo we right, we out

Naughty Eye II (“Hips”)

length: 3:33
performer: Beenie Man