Shock Value Album

Artist(s): Timbaland

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Timbaland Shock Value Cover Art

Tracklist

Oh Timbaland

length: 3:31
producer: Timbaland
membranophone: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
organ: John Spivery
guitar: Dan Warner
programming: Demacio Castellón
steel guitar: Jermaine Jennings
synthesizer: Timbaland
editor: Ron Taylor
assistant engineer: Doug Sadler, James Roach and Mark Gray
writer: Timothy Clayton, Timbaland, Nina Simone

I ain't got no feelin'
I'm a let these *****s know
I been killin' 'em with these beats
Now I'm spittin' them killer flows
What ya know about me, dog?
Not a damn thing
Gotta problem? You can see me in the streets, dog
I'm a one man game
Don't take this lightly
If I want you dead and gone
I can make that happen because
*****, my bread is long
I done been on both sides of the tracks
You can say I trained the game
A lot of *****s tryin' to get in my lane
E'rybody askin' me the same ol' thing
What they say?

[Chorus x 2]
Oh, Timbaland
Where he gon' run to
Nowhere
Oh, Timbaland
Where he gon' run to
Nowhere
Oh, Timbaland
Where he gon' run to
Nowhere
Oh, Timbaland
Where he gon' run to
Nowhere

I ain't goin' nowhere, dog
I'm a be right here in ya face
Can't do it like me, dog
Your kick drum ain't got enough bass
Don't ever talk bad about me
You just might make me mad
And I just might see you somewhere
And break your *** in half

This not the Timbaland you used to
Now I'm in a whole 'nother zone
You can let me do me
You can do you
Or get popped in ya door
Hit love on the verge to the block
So recognize the game
Timbaland ain't gonna run nowhere, baby
Timbaland got private planes

[Chorus x 2]

I been around
Sometime long ago
I seen the life
Don't act like you ain't seen it before

I'm listenin', dog
You ain't sayin' ****
You can keep on wishin'
You never make a hit
Yeah, I got money
Take it all from me
I'm a gon' be the same
You can get a few whips
You can get a few chips
You still gon' be lame
We ain't the same, my *****
I'm on some other ****
I'm a say this plain and simple
*****, take this punishment
I'm a take y'all on a trip
I'm a take y'all on a ride
And one day I'm gon' dip
But I won't be hard to find

[Chorus]

Give It to Me

length: 3:55
additional performer: Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado
producer: Timbaland
membranophone: Timbaland
vocal: Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
bass: Danja
guest: Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado
keyboard: Danja
programming: Demacio Castellón
co-producer: Danja
assistant engineer: Matty Green
writer: Timothy Clayton, Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake, Danja, Timbaland
Is it going? Is it going
Is it going? Is it going
I don't know what you're looking for

[Nelly Furtado]
I'm the type of girl that look you dead in the eye, eye
I'm real as they come, if you don't know why - I'm fly-why-why
I seen you try to switch it up, but girl you ain't got those
I'm the wonderwoman. Let me go get my rope
I'm a supermodel and mommy, sí mommy
Amnesty International got bankrupt. I'm on top, on lock
Love my *** and my abs and the video called Promiscuous
My style is ridi-di-diculous-ulous-ulous

If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

[Timbaland]
When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up their hands
I get a half a mil for my beats. You get a couple gra-a-a-and
Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from Californ-I-A, way down to Japan
I'm a real producer and you just a piano man
Your song gonna top the charts. I heard em, I'm not a fa-a-a-an
*****s talking greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
Somebody need to tell them that they can't do it like I can

[Nelly Furtado]
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

[Justin Timberlake]
Could you speak up and stop m-m-mumbling
I don't think you're getting clear
If you're sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here
I saw you trying to act cute on TV, just let me clear the air
We missed you on the charts last week
Damn, that's right, you wasn't there
If s-sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shi-I-it
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
'Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

[Nelly Furtado]
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Release

length: 3:25
producer: Timbaland and Jim Beanz
membranophone: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
bass: Dan Warner
background vocals: Keri Hilson and Jim Beanz
guitar: Kevin Rudolf and Dan Warner
guest: Justin Timberlake
keyboard: Timbaland
programming: Demacio Castellón
additional recording engineer: Marcella Araica
editor: Ron Taylor
assistant engineer: Matty Green
writer: Justin Timberlake, Craig Longmiles, Timbaland
Alright
Hey
Clap
Oh
I need you, girl (hey)
I really need you
I need you, girl
(Let me tell you something)
I think am getting in charge (yeah)
So feel the party codes (yeah)
With all my G's in the back (yeah)
Who needs a bodyguard? (yeah)
I think I need to...

[Chorus]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Who's here to party?
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control

I'm out of...

(Oh, yeah)
I push the party stars (yeah)
They just can't even see me (yeah)
We flame the party hard (yeah)
I think I need to...

[Chorus]

Who holds the party strikes?
He keeps the party movin'
The club is over packed
Look, this can't wait till dawn

(Yeah)
We've got a video (yeah)
I think we are late for our shoot (yeah)
We had our video (yeah)
Hey, these girls ain't cute (yeah)
They want me to do my part (yeah)
But first I gotta...

[Chorus]

The Way I Are

producer: Timbaland
guest performer: D.O.E. and Keri Hilson
membranophone: Danja and Timbaland
vocal: D.O.E.
mixer: Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
guest: Keri Hilson
keyboard: Danja
co-producer: Danja
editor: Ron Taylor
writer: Keri Hilson, Balewa Muhammad, Candice Nelson, Garland Mosley, Danja, Timbaland, D.O.E.


(feat. Keri Hilson, D.O.E.)

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no car to take you on a date
I can't even buy you flowers
But together we can be the perfect soul mates
Talk to me girl

[Bridge (Keri Hilson):]
Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go and touch, you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out 'til we get it right

[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like, I like, I like

[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I ain't got no Visa
I ain't got no Red American Express
We can't go nowhere exotic
It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you best
Talk to me girl

[Bridge (Keri Hilson)]

[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Timbaland)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
Let me see you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are

[Verse 3: D.O.E.]
Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a house
Listen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float your boat
So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you're gonna want some more
So listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah

[Thanks to GeGe (onyx_girl1209@yahoo.com) for these lyrics]
[Thanks to dont_send_me_any_****18@hotmail.com, sassy_pounce@yahoo.com, Leah, Becky, Bekka, L-Paps, Hamza, hamzoo@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]

Bounce

length: 4:04
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: Justin Timberlake, Missy Elliott and Dr. Dre
mixer: Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Marcella Araica and Demacio Castellón
guest: Dr. Dre, Justin Timberlake and Missy Elliott
keyboard: J-Roc
additional recording engineer: Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri
assistant mixer: Robert “Roomio” Reyes
instrument: Timbaland
writer: Justin Timberlake, Timbaland, Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott
(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)

Huh, bounce, oh, I like you, bounce

C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce
C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce
C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce
C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl; let me talk to you

[Timbaland]
Let me see them big *******
Don't act as if you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me
All I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business
'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss; he can't hit me
He ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl, wanna two step wit' me
Turn around rub ya *** up against me?
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy
And then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that ho **** miss me
I stay strapped, security don't frisk me
Set it off till this mutha****a empty
I turn around, do the same **** next week
Come on

[Chorus]
Bounce (like yo' *** had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you
And you on me, and me on you, and you on her
Then her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me
Then me on y'all, and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[Dr. Dre]
Oh! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like some young ho
I got a bungalow; we can disappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy, yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations
You won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin'
But save the dancin' for back at the mansion, and
Ain't this money handsome?
Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you
From the back you'll see

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw!
Like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers
In the club I drink it up, gulp, gulp, drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup
That's ya man; I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs, he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mhm, big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs
Legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib; yep, we gon' ****
You can call me a freak; I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young ho - she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars than major beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars
I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls - we only buy the bottles
And, like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow

[Chorus]

Come and Get Me

length: 3:31
producer: Timbaland
mixer: Marcella Araica and Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
background vocals: Jim Beanz and Mira Craig
guest: Tony Yayo and 50 Cent
co-producer: Danja
bass & membranophone & piano: Danja
assistant engineer: Mark Gray and Miguel Bustamante
writer: Timothy Clayton, Tony Yayo, Danja, Timbaland, 50 Cent
*****, your time is up; I ain't come to kid you
I knew you *****s was dumb, but how dumb is you?
Thinkin' you can see the king when you unofficial
You don't wanna go to war 'cause I'll launch these missiles
I'm a ride-or-die *****; I be tearin' **** up
We ain't like them other fools who don't compare to us
All the hos love a *****; they be backing it up
But me - I love money; I be stacking it up
When my bandwagon pull up, they hop on board
They hop right on mine and hop right off yours
I get respect, homey, all across the board
I get a quarter mill' a track without an award
Ever wanna test a *****, then come see me
In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know **** ain't sweet so when **** get deep
I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep
(*****)

[Chorus]
I give it to whoever want it
If you want it, come see me
You know where I'm at
If you, if you want it, come get me
If you, if you want it, come get me

[50 Cent]
*****, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip tech
Run, and a bullseye form on your back
It's hard to miss wit' a full clip in the mac
I got ammo; ammo I unload; reload cut a ***** quick
Yeah, my knife game lethal - that tough guy ****
*****, that's what I see through
You like a three course meal, ************, I eat you
You food, and I'm in the mood; so front, I let the hammer fly
*****, you can duck, run for cover, or die
Your choice; you choose
I Pop, you move, like you in shock: you been shot
*****, your blood on the street, you up ****'s creek
You can hardly speak, startin' to get weak, your eyes close
Your life flash, your heart slow, your heart stop
Your *** dead, you ****ed, kid

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicholas Cage: Yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I let my toast slide, Costa Rica To Brazil
I got my hos in the lamb; why your ***** bald headed?
Like Britney Spears; I'm in the projects gettin' dope and piff money
Two more flips; that's Anna Nicole Smith money; **** a G4
I'm in a G-500, G-450, G-550; that's airplane talk
I'm the aviator man, baby; AR shoot your baby out your hands
Spaghetti and corn bread; mix got me blunted
There's no talk abouts; you don't **** on an empty stomach
Buy out the mall, then hug the block; hundred-thou wood grain
In a phantom drop; then I cruise in the club
Got my ruge in the club; pay a bouncer a buck
Now my uz in the club, yeah, *****

[Chorus]

Kill Yourself

length: 4:07
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: Sebastian and Attitude
piano: Danja
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
guest: Sebastian and Attitude
programming: Demacio Castellón
editor: Ron Taylor
assistant engineer: Mark Gray
writer: Garland Mosley, Timothy Clayton, Timbaland
Get out
Get out!
You can't be in here
You have to get out
I implore you
Please
Please
You're all going to die down here

[Timbaland]
It's life or death
Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
I piss and take a **** on your beat for fun
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
Don't make me laugh
I run this ****; they just chase my ***
I ain't talkin' ****, *****
Just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from *****s is whack
I be hearin' these *****s
What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot; nobody gave me mine
I make the beats that boom boom boom in they trunks
You disagree, homey? Then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
You can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause you *****s is punks
I'm number one; you ain't nothin' but ****
When they need a hit, I would become to get
Talk to me

[Chorus]
If you got love for me, I got love for you
If you don't **** wit' me, I won't **** wit' you
We can do it however you wanna do
*****, if you don't **** wit' me, I won't **** wit' you
Go on ahead
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself

I'm tired of *****s
*****s is tired
You ain't a G
I see ***** in your eyes
If you close to me
You supposed to be
But most of you rap *****s is hos to me
Wherever you from
The question I ask
Is do you think I give a ****?
Riddle me that
'Cause in my hood, and you jump into hell and back
This industry **** - to hell wit' that
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin' I ain't seen before
Who supposed to be in charge? I need to know
When I shake your hand, I'm a step on your toe
Go get ya gun, go get ya click
I'm a be right here chillin' wit' yo' *****
You mad at me 'cause I'm gettin' rich
Well, put the pistol to your head and empty the clip
Pop, *****!

[Chorus]

See my heart
Feel my pain
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends to get they fame
I ain't snappin' my damn fingers to get in the game
You claim you rich
Show me, son
If you got so many dollas, then loan me one
Fools think they killas - they own a gun
When you know you 'bout as sweet as a honey bun
Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin' hard
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know who the **** you are
Don't talk behind my back, just call me *****
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
If you still wanna hang
We'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck and jump, my *****!

You're all going to die down here
Get out
Get out
You can't be in here
You're all going to die down here

Boardmeeting

length: 2:29
producer: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
background vocals: Marcella Araica
guest: Magoo
programming: Demacio Castellón
co-producer: Danja
additional recording engineer: Mark Gray and Marcella Araica
synthesizer: Danja
editor: Ron Taylor
bass & strings: J-Roc
bass & membranophone & synthesizer: Timbaland
writer: Kurtis Blow, Timothy Clayton, Melvin Barcliff, Ronald Bell, Robert “Kool” Bell, George Brown, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, James “J.T.” Taylor, Robert Ford, Jr., J.B. Moore, Russell Simmons, Danja, Timbaland, Larry Smith, Eumir Deodato
Clap ya hands, everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm Timbo, and I want you to know that these are the breaks

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let me tell ya
You got me feigning for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna to start
And where we going you don't have to ask

[Chorus]
Come in my cipher, put the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey, girl, let's have a meeting, a meeting

I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby, I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name

[Chorus]

I'm a chick, *****, heart of a man, fo' sho'
In the back of my mind, girl, you infidel
Even though you a skank, I'm a fan of chest
Role play, you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to 'cause and go

[Chorus]

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Meeting's adjourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
Watch this

Fantasy

length: 4:11
producer: Walter Millsap
guest performer: Money
mixer: Bob Horn
recording engineer: Walter Millsap
background vocals: Money
guest: Money
co-producer: Boss Beats
instrument: Walter Millsap and Boss Beats
arranger: Walter Millsap
writer: Candice Nelson, Lamar Van Sciver, Dwight Watson, Ericka Watson, Walter Millsap, Frank "DeVille" Greenfield
Let me show you, boy
Ha, are you ready?

Fantasy (oh)
It could be, (oh), good and we
(I was just thinkin' about you)
Wildest thing (you have) ever dreamed, (boy)
(So, what will it be?)

Just lookin' at you, shorty, lights a flame inside (inside)
I'm wondering if you can come and help put out the fire (fire)
But you can get at me, baby; tell me what you like
'Cause I can be your all-boy, I can be your love toy
If you ain't busy, baby, I'm all yours tonight (tonight)
Let imagination take us for a field in mines
Travelin' in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life
That no one's ever seen yet, can I?

[Chorus]
Show you what it's like beyond your fantasy (oh)
It could be (so) good, and we
Might just get it hot up in the
Wildest thang (you have) ever dreamed, boy
Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy
It could be (so) good, and we
Might just get it hot up in the
Wildest thang (you have) ever dreamed, boy

'Cause think of all the tasty things that we can try (try)
The karma you can have being within, Money can buy
(Ho, ho, ho, ho)
We ain't even gotta keep it quiet, boy; all my walls are sound proof
I can scream your name, boo (oh)
Let me tell ya house (how) we will not disturb
I found a place; our Neighbors - you get all that you deserve
Boy, I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve
To come see what if feels like, can I?

[Chorus]

Touch it, touch it, feel it, roll around it; and, if you like
Taste it, taste it, and embrace it again a second time
Don't you waste it; you'll regret it 'cause I can satisfy
Any fantasy that you can come with, can I?

Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy (oh)
It could be (so) good, and we
Might just get it hot up in the
Wildest thang (you have) ever dreamed, boy

Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy
It could be (so) good, and we
Might just get it hot up in the
Wildest thang (you have) ever dreamed, boy

Let me show you what it's like beyond your fantasy
It could be (so) good, and we
Might just get it hot up in the
Wildest thang (you have) ever dreamed, boy

Scream

length: 5:42
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: Keri Hilson and Nicole Scherzinger
membranophone: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón and Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Marcella Araica and Demacio Castellón
bass: Danja
guitar: Kevin Rudolf, Danja and Dan Warner
guest: Nicole Scherzinger and Keri Hilson
keyboard: Danja
programming: Demacio Castellón and Marcella Araica
co-producer: Danja
editor: Ron Taylor
assistant mixer: James “Jimbo” Barton
writer: Keri Hilson, Danja, Timbaland
I got a plan for you and I
Let's journey across the Virginia skies
Can I have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pie
May I cut the first slice? So won't you

Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right

Intoxicated with desire
And you're the designated driver, yeah
I'm not afraid 'cause I'm a rider, yeah
Ain't nothing wrong with feeling right, so won't you

Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (oh)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (You make me scream)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right

I love it, babe; got me here doing things I'd never do
Can hold me down while I'm here making sure things are up for you (get it)
Like a getaway, before the lights go off, you turn on
I love this place 'cause I can hear the echo when you make me, ah

Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (If you're feeling good)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Let me know)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Show me it feels good)

In the car, at the party
Got his hands on your body
Don't fight it, oh
If you like it, oh

In your room, on the rooftop
Feels good, don't stop
Don't fight it, oh (Don't you fight it)
If you like it, oh (Why don't you...)

Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right
Scream at the top of your lungs; everybody's feeling right (uh, sing it)

If you love me, girl
Why don't you
If it feels good, why don't you (sing it)?
Uh, if you love me, girl, why don't you just
Cause when it feels good, it (don't fight it)
If you like it

Yeah
Don't fight it, oh
Yeah
If you like it, oh

Don't you like that?
It feels so good, don't it?
Grab my hand, baby
Take a walk on the beach, clear your mind

Hold your string here
Don't you like that beat?
You do?
What else you like?
Hmm

I can accommodate that
Oh, you like my swagger?
You like how I changed it up?
I like it too, baby
But, for now

Hey, the beat is going a little bit too long

Oh, you like it this long? Hmm
That means you like to make love long?
Yeah, I feel that
Oh

I like how you shaking your hips to it
It's about to end, baby, but don't you stop
Keep it going
Keep it going
Keep it going
Bring it over here
Sit on my lap
Kiss me
No, no, no, right here
Yeah
Oh I like that
Oh I like that
Oh

I'm a stop bullshitting, haha

Miscommunication

length: 3:19
producer: Danja
guest performer: Sebastian and Keri Hilson
mixer: Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
guest: Sebastian and Keri Hilson
assistant engineer: Miguel Bustamante
writer: Keri Hilson, Garland Mosley, Danja, Timbaland
[Timbaland]
Oh! Two step, oh!
Let me talk to you, girl

[Keri Hilson]
What?

[Timbaland]
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone, and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M.I.A. every single time

The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me, huh
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me...

[Keri Hilson]
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?

[Chorus]
I need to get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're...
What ya wanna do, do, do?
What ya wanna do, do, do?

[Keri Hilson]
I cannot escape
No matter what I do
Can't get away from you, oh
Call me everyday
And that there ain't never cool
Getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
Only gave you my number 'cause drinks made you cuter, plus
You were looking sad and lonely, ooo
But that's all it was
Just put you in the game
And here you go complainin'
What's up with you?

[Chorus]

[Sebastian]
Like, whoa, lil' mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin'; I ain't even no runner
Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh?
How you hard to be reached?
I can put you where you hard to be reached
Black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be asleep
This your own private beach, ha ha
And when it comes to sex
Just a little bit of love and little bit of that
Maybe push it back where your ribs is at
Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that? ha ha
I'm just jokin' of course
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course
If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute, holla at yo' boy

Bombay

length: 3:01
producer: Jim Beanz and Timbaland
guest performer: Amar and Jim Beanz
mixer: Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
guest: Jim Beanz and Amar
programming: Demacio Castellón
assistant engineer: Miguel Bustamante
instrument: Timbaland
writer: Amar, Jim Beanz, Timbaland
Pum pum pum pum pum pum pum pum
Ow whoa

Ah
Yeah
Mere zindagi tere ho gayhe
Mere gan
Mere gan
Come on

Ooh
Ye diwanagi
Huh?
Na roke kubi
Mere gan
Mere gan
Yeah

Mere zindagi tere ho gayhe
Bring it back
Ye diwandigi na roke kubi
Bring it back
Mere zindagi tere ho gayhe
Bring it back
Ye diwandigi na roke kubi
Break it down

Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya?
Say what?
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho na
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho na
Haah!

Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya?
(my intoxicated heart is surprised)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho na (don't ask me why)
Ah ha ha ha
Fricky fricky dumm

Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu
Haah!
Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum
Haah!

Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu
O!
Kitna tashowu gay, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum
Fricky fricky ahh

Ow hoo
There ain't no way in the world I'm gonna leave you baby
Ow hoo
Your my treasure and I got the key to ya baby
Ow hoo
Let's ride on my ***anic baby (If you know what I mean)
Ow hoo
Being in love goes down as one of the greatest

Ow hoo
There's no me without you
Ow hoo
Baby girl you make my dream come true
Sing it to me

Tu hay tu hay, hum yaha hay
Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say
Aahoo millay, zazah millay
Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay

Hey hey hey hey
Pa pum pum pa pa ra
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me come on
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Break it down now

Ah ah ah ah
Ooh whoa ow whoa
I like that uh
Ooh whoa ow whoa
I like that uh
Ooh whoa ow whoa
I like that uh
Ooh whoa ow whoa
I like that uh

Ah whoa ha
Ow whoa ow whoa
I like that uh
Ow whoa ow whoa
Fricky fricky break ow

Pum pum pum pum pa rum
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh
Doh
Digga doh digga doh digga doh
Doh
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh
Doh
Digga doh digga doh digga doh
Hah!

Digga doh, doh doh digga doh
Digga doh digga doh digga doh
Beebay
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh
Digga doh digga doh digga doh
Beebay
Roah

Throw It on Me

length: 2:11
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: The Hives
vocal: Pelle Almqvist
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Johan Gustafsson and Demacio Castellón
guitar: Dan Warner, Nicholaus Arson and Vigilante Carlstroem
programming: Demacio Castellón
guitar & other instruments: Timbaland
assistant engineer: James Roach, Doug Sadler and Mark Gray
writer: Timothy Clayton, David Cortopassi, Randy Fitzsimmons, Timbaland
The time has come
Flyweight champion of the world!
(Flyweight Champion of the world)
The time has come!

Take it to the back of the club
Fast talkin' don't take this the wrong way
I been peepin' that ***
And if you give me my chance I ain't gon' play
I really want to get to know ya
That's what I told ya girl you know I don't play
I wanna put it in ya (Ow!) girl
You better do what the song say

Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)
Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)

I got so many broads
White cars I can jump in two or three in the same day
And when I park my car
Soon as I walk in the spot women say (Ow!)
They showin' me *******
And they callin' my name and all night goddamn babe (shut up!)
*****s is hatin' me
'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl!

Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)
Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)

Girl, now, look at that ***
You probably a gold digger but I ain't Kanye
Baby girl you on the right track
But 'cha goin' the wrong way
And when we leave out the party baby girl
I got the game that they gon' play
And when ya wake up tomorrow
I'll be on the highway (peace!)

Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)
Uh, just throw it on me, uh, just throw it on me
Uh, just throw it on me,
(Wiggle that *** before ya throw it on me)

Time

length: 3:58
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: She Wants Revenge
membranophone: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
bass: Adam Bravin and Dan Warner
guitar: Timbaland, Justin Warfield and Dan Warner
guest: She Wants Revenge
keyboard: Timbaland
programming: Demacio Castellón
editor: Ron Taylor
writer: Adam Bravin, Justin Warfield, Timothy Clayton, Timbaland
I got a feeling she keeps me in the dark
I gotta get keep my eye on her; she ain't no walk in the park
I offered this, but she want that; she, she, she want it all
You see, she wanted to paint the picture and say she my broad
I got a little tip from the word on the block
People saying I shouldn't get involved
But I didn't judge or try to change it
'Cause you are who you are
I'm like the drug; she's addicted to me
She can't leave me now
She always making plans to date
Come and find me tomorrow
Goodbye, girl

[Chorus]
She's too invested in the hours that pass her by
I'd pay attention if I thought it was worth the time
I tell her easy, but her hands - they find a way
Confusing passion for the love we never gave
Fall back on reasons that we know won't stand a chance
Watching her shoulders like a memory from the past
I tell her easy, but her hands - they find a way
Confusing passion for the love we never gave

I couldn't get rid of shorty if I wanted
'Cause she was down, but I was tired of playin' the role
Like I ain't know that she get around
Something 'bout this girl fascinates me
She's the type that like to hang with the stars
The way she makes me feel, it sedates me
Who knew we would take it this far?
Everywhere that I try to go, she got a wanted poster with my face on it
Soon as I walk out the door, there it is
Wanted poster up with my face on it
Can't blame myself when it's not my fault
'Cause nothing is promised
At least I can say I was honest
Goodbye, girl

[Chorus x 2]

One and Only

length: 4:17
producer: Timbaland
guest performer: Fall Out Boy
membranophone: Andy Hurley and Hannon Lane
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
guitar: Patrick Stump
guest: Fall Out Boy
keyboard: Hannon Lane
co-producer: Hannon Lane
assistant engineer: Fareed Salamah
writer: Hannon Lane, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Timbaland
[Timbaland]
I'm head over heels for someone I
That I really can't deal with
I want to block her out my mind
But I really can't do it
I tell myself this the last time
I'm a let her do this to me
Whenever we do spend time
I realize that I can't get enough of you

[Patrick Stump]
Wipe that smile off your ****ing face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your ****ing face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face

[Chorus]

I wear scarves and hoods
'Cause they're the only poker face that I've got left
And everything I love about you is a mess
Smash the mirror, and break the palm reader's hand
I want to be better than I am

(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your ****ing face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your ****ing face
(Then I say to you) Wipe that smile off your face

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
Girl, just look what you've done
How could you do this to me?
I gotta put my foot down
I can't let you do this to me
I can't forget those good ol' times
And all the things you've been doing to me
I wanna hit that one more time
I'm in love, what you're doing to me
I'm a say it loud, right here
Let's **** in this crowd
Why we arguing?
I thought me and you were supposed to be
Friends
Let's chill for a minute
Better yet, we need to heal for a minute
Baby, put down the knife
Sometime I wanna save your life
But I'm cool

[Chorus]

We don't got no ****in' band
We ain't got no speakers; no ****in' microphones set up
Timberland, son of a *****
Just get the **** outta my house now
'Fore I get too mad and I can't turn back
Hey
Didn't I say get the **** out?
Get the **** out
Ha ha ha

Apologize

length: 3:06
remixer: Timbaland
producer: Ryan Tedder and Greg Wells
guest: OneRepublic
co-producer: Timbaland
additional strings & keyboard: J-Roc
assistant engineer: Fareed Salamah
composer: Ryan Tedder
lyricist: Ryan Tedder
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say

That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new, yeah, yeah
I loved you with a fire red
Now it's turning blue, and you say
Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground

2 Man Show

length: 4:41
producer: Timbaland and Elton John
guest performer: Elton John
membranophone: Timbaland
piano: Elton John
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
bass: Danja
programming: Demacio Castellón
strings: Stevie Blacke
chorus master: Walter Millsap
assistant engineer: Matty Green
writer: Sahaji Lamont, Dwight Watson, Ericka Watson, Walter Millsap, Danja, Timbaland, Elton John
Hold up, y'all
Hold up
Not yet
Hold up

Now
Go 'head
Go 'head

Like that
Yeah
Mm

That's cool

Ooh

Bring it in
I heard that; come on, and play that back
I'm really feeling that; come on, smash track
It's just the regular two-man show

I heard that; come on, and play that back
I'm really feeling that; come on, smash track
It's just the regular two-man show

Doesn't it sound good to ya, don't you agree?
Doesn't it sound good to ya, don't you agree?

Come on, break it down
What
Huh
Oh

I heard that; come on, and play that back
I'm really feeling that; come on, smash track
It's just the regular two-man show

I heard that; come on, and play that back
I'm really feeling that; come on, smash track
It's just the regular two-man show

Oh

Doesn't it sound good to ya, don't you agree?
Doesn't it sound good to ya, don't you agree?

Listen to me right here

I like that
Gimmie, gimmie that
Come on

Take it to the high level
Go a lil' higher then that
Higher
Switch it up
I like that
I like that

Kill 'em

I like that
Grab yo' lady and hug her tight
Uh huh, uh huh

Shock value

Hello

length: 4:36
producer: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
organ: J-Roc
guest: Attitude and Keri Hilson
keyboard: J-Roc
editor: Ron Taylor
assistant engineer: Luis Tovar
instrument: Timbaland
writer: Timothy Clayton, Keri Hilson, Timbaland
[Timbaland - Talking]
Lord,
Aint nobody think we comin like dis
They kno what im talkin bout homeboy...

[Keri & Timbaland]
[Chorus]
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello

[Timbaland]
Baby let me come and scoop you in the Benz
We can chill and lay back while I drop my top baby if you want you can bring a friend
I get it poppin' off
Be glad you got involved
Girl if you play your position then all your problems solved
They show me love in every hood and every city I go
They say "Timbo you the best" and I say baby "I know"
Two-tone Maybach when I slide up in it when I go my ride is tinted
Gotta pull the shades back and tell her "Hello"
She wanna chill wit a n____
We can smoke we can drink just keep it real wit a n____
I got a plan shawty go getcha man shawty
Let me put it simple so you can understand shawty cause

[Keri & Timbaland]
[Chorus]
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello

[Keri Hilson]
Smooth with the flow get you where you goin'
You already know and if you don't then I'ma show
Look how I does that they lookin' at you they lookin' at me they be like "what's that?"
Tryin' to get they buzz back
I got places to go and a whole lotta things to see (I guarantee)
And I'ma be right here until ya'll done got enough of me
Steady on my grind tryin' to get it
Money on my mind, is you with it?
Tryin' to hold me down cause of that ego now they ain't around, but look at me

[Keri & Timbaland]
[Chorus]
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello

[Attitude - Rapping]
b____ can't swim b____ gon' drown
b____ can't fly I can't either
That's why a n____ get high off reefer
You know I had to send a shoutout to my people

[Keri & Timbaland]
[Chorus]
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello
We on another level
Who you down with?
I'm down with several
People that you can't clown with, go to town with and get down with
Hello