Tim's Bio: From the Motion Picture: Life From da Bassment Album

Artist(s): Timbaland

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Timbaland Tim's Bio: From the Motion Picture: Life From da Bassment Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 1:09

You better get that thong lookin' back
Like a chick of what don't hold back
'Cause you know ya want it and a thug don't fight
I just walk fight, but there is
A few things ya need to learn
You must learn to breathe in, breathe out,
Breathe in, breathe out

I Get It On

length: 4:42
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

To My

length: 3:45
It don't stop
Can't stop
Say what?
Play your parts
Uh huh it don't stop
Nas Esco'
Say what? Huh uh huh
Uh huh it don't stop
Uh uh huh uh uh uh
It don't stop what?
Yea yea Brave hearts
Guess what y'all? Check it

I splash y'all dudes with gats I use
Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve
Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
I want the dough, **** the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't **** to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that
And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
And Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'
Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers
With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim
Liver, personification of drama
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it
I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up
Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles

[Chorus]
Please, to my *****s
To my *****es, to my gangsters
To my riders, to my *****s
To my *****es, to my *****s
To my riders, to my gangsters
To my *****es, to my *****s
And fly *******s, to my *****s
To my *****es, Timbaland and Esco'

Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks, it's like beatin' beats with bats
Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em, half y'all raps is
Born retarded, now you out here tryin' to get rid of em
You should be sick of it, I possess no flaws
That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls
Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows
I only do shows for burn victims
So **** this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna blame me for ****in' up rap
Who's ****in with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own
It's locked and sewn I repeat *****, watch your tone

[Chorus]

Yo come see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies love me, *****s say
"Timbaland's really rappin', what the **** is up be?"
Jealousy
I kill *****s with seven thangs, most they jackin' beats
I'm a eight digit niggy
Maybe I just rebuild ***anic and send that out to see
What?

[Chorus]

Here We Come

length: 4:22
performer: Magoo and Missy Elliott
background vocals: Playa
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)

Wit' Yo' Bad Self

length: 4:09
Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

Now listen baby girl I don't like kissin'
Flip your back out and we can start twistin'
Check the intuition the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin'
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin'
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we leave him the 6's
What's the deal? Fulfill every wish and
Haters keep hatin', dissers keep dissin'
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig', your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin'
Hit it on the bullseye Boo no missin'
Keep swishin', you see gold like Slick Rick and

(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad

Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one's stack ain't no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? Boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your Hustle? I ain't tryin' to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock's fat
You can rise, but you ain't tryin' to stop that
You'd think I had the keys Boo the way I locked that
Oh that's your man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done Boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin' in love? Oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I'm hittin' it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin' game girl you need to botch that

Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uhh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a ***** drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, "Ain't you 'sposed to be out on tour?"
"Since you ain't tryin' to go Boo, what you askin' for?"
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin' bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin', we winnin' Boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin' like the next World War
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it, eith-er or"

Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

Uh, what, uh huh
What, like that, what
Timbaland, what
Mad Skillz, uh
Collabo', what
Don't go, baby
Don't go, baby baby
Don't go

Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

Here we go again
Ha ha here we go again
Make it hot uh
(Yeah) Here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh here we go again
We're gon' make it hot
Ha ha here we go again
(Yo) Skillz

Lobster & Scrimp

length: 4:54
Yeah uh huh
Uh huh uh huh uh, yo!
Yi yea yeah
Yo Timbaland wh, where Missy at?
(Ha ha right here Dawg) Geyeah
Uh huh uh huh uh
Uh huh yaknahmean? (Yeah)
Lobster shrimp ***** I'm a pimp *****
Feel the game that I spit lobster shrimp *****

Yeah c'mon
From the gutter to the rich
From holes in my clothes to the most butter ****
How's life what a *****
Now I rock ice for the **** of it
Your wife love my ****, know who you ****in with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these *****es want to give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha ***** parlayed
I need privacy I pull up the back shade
Initials on the headrest, it's official
Style so sick I need bedrest, ***** I got issues
(Say what?) I hate fake *****es, "you gotta wait" *****es
"I don't know you, I don't **** on the first date" *****es
(Is that right?) Hot shot *****z, talk to the cop *****z
"Money, that's my girl," **** block *****z
See you in the club, and scheme on your watch *****z
Talk a lot of **** with, no Glock *****z
It's Jigga baby, let it be known
I'm the king, I could never be dethroned
Thank God

Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Yo, ain't nothin' changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all, what?

Call me, fitty plus, *****s envious
Drop top, Jigga, leave 'em in the dust
You got a lot of crew, do any of 'em bust?
Hell no, Jigga off the hook, "Hello!"
They call me poppy seed, this is hot to me
I got this lock and key, I got cities Under Siege
When I'm in L.A. the six-four is ill
When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille
When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through
With the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoe
Mami screamin', "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?"
And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back"
It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it *****z, get your grip *****z
It's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!"

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hear Timbo' on the CB, need some info
Your chick is with you Dawg?

Gotta be, 10-4
I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo'

Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor
Tires left skid marks, whoa
****'s about to start
How we got there?
Snatched the case of Crist' up out the car
Can you stand the rain cause it's pourin now
I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now!
If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now
Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around
Freak or freeze, if the answer really is no

Girl I leave so fast you can speak to my breeze
She said, "You're stressin me now,"
Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child

We about to cook with no recipe now, to the mornin, then

Let's be out!

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Is you a pimp *****? (Yes I'm a pimp *****)
Well spit the game ***** (Lobster and shrimp *****)
Ain't nuttin changed *****, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

That's how we do it y'all
Timbaland, Jay-Z
Two pimps
Two pimps
Two pimps baby
Put it down
Don't you like that?
We like to do it like that
We like to ride these tracks
Uhh, you don't think we two pimps?
Huh, holla back
You know what? Tell you somethin like this
With the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanes
Ha ha, money ain't a thang
Ha ha, I got no thangs you know what I'm sayin?
You know why? Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we gotta be out let it ride like this
Bounce

What Cha Know About This

length: 4:32
You see? I think it's time for me put it down
For my females, ha ha
I'ma let my females shine on this track
You see? I ain't biased
I ain't racist either
So I'ma let uh
Mocha bring it in

The one boss *****, not on that horse ****
Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw ****, they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall ****, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't test it
So y'all, ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere
I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air
I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track
I'll take yo' *** on a trip, and you never come back
Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me

[Chorus: x2]
What cha know about this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough
You can never doubt this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
Talk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps, then, have you do three laps
Tryin' to see this half a mil, y'all, dingy stacks
For, weed in sacks, tote, ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3
Got a 6? I got a stack
Got a whip? I got a jet
Got a clip? I got a tech
That's why you not a threat
Wanna know how you could be down too?
Can not do, make em say "ah, ooh"
Been through it, put too much into it
And writin' so long, I ran out of pen fluid

What cha know about this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough

Babe Blue

Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here
Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near
All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours
I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads
Shorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most high
Babe Blue, livin' loca
I crush all those, small hoes, what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe
You ain't seein' mine, I walk right in the club
You one of them chicks that be in line
Me? Studded out, ice flooded out
***** you ain't nice, please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we gon' spit raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin' **** for?
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin' through
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do?

[Chorus]

It ain't over!

Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the biddin' wars at 1 point 2
We gonna show all of y'all what one joint do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm tryin' to get my mail ma
But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all

[Chorus]

Doubt this, uh uh uh, what?
Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live
What what? Uh uh uh uh
What cha know about this, ha?

Can't Nobody

length: 4:25
C'mon ah what? Ah what?
C'mon ah what? Ah what?
C'mon c'mon ah what?
Ah 1 Life 2 Live what?
Ah what?

Live huh? Yeah
Y'all cats ain't ready I'm just too much
When I was young my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain't known you twenty years I don't trust you much

Roll with nothin' but thugs and hustlers yeah
I don't care if they crackin' down
I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
And I laugh in my rhymes 'cause you cats is clowns

Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
Pass the crown to the new female king
This is real dog, you nothin' but a lean out thing

Like the end of the world
We put it all to a stop and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
And you go against us and you all gonna flop
When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop

Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what what)
Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what)
Can't nobody do it like we do
(What what what what what)
Can't nobody do it like y'all do
(What what what what)

When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is life ball not football, you outta bounds
Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around
Slow it down 'cause I think that I'm losing you now
For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
'Cause the union is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing drunk
(Say what?)

We don't care who we toast in here
We get you for how much you gross this year
You not a punk, you suppose to fear
Better not come out until the coast is clear

Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast
But even without this rap game I still have cash
My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret
Just to cover her punani hair

Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming
My people can't stand for the little man
To rock without or with bad
I can attempt, what chu gon' do?
Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?
The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance
I don't care if you lead, but you still be my man
I don't get mad over silly pettiness
I say to hell with it, say oh advocate
Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
Make dope beats, rhyming a song so unique
His beats are like shine, aren't cha, and the cast is true
Ya need the same identity, define how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun
Call him Timbaland the resurrection
Now reach
Don't try to hide from ya feeling
Clear-ese
Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?
Clear-ese
This is the love man you're talking to
Clear-ese
His beats are dope, I try to tell you
Can't nobody see us in the nine eight
Or the nine nine
(Freaky freaky)
You're late
(Freaky) You're late
(Freaky) You're late
(Hey girls and guys)
You're late

Like you, the public
Is y'all the public
Ya do it so well
This goes out to y'all
By Storm, Z-man
1 Life 2 Live
Little Man
Want to thank y'all
For makin' us
Who we are today

What Cha Talkin' Bout

length: 4:34
(What cha talkin' 'bout?)

Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
Told y'all
What?
Told y'all
What? Check it out

I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
People can't realize who the **** who I am
I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
People don't know what they gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex

I'm the ill ***** that loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland where you at?

Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them *****s creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I got that ***** (what what)
From the "V", Static, where you at?

Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that **** up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
*****, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That **** is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down
Got all my females flashin' around
It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle
Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor

Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)
Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
Do you wanna see the party get chrump?
(Yes, I pump)
This ain't nothin' but a party (Say what?)
After the party (Where ya goin'?)
Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib
I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that **** is real)
But ain't nothin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it baby

Ha ha, yeah
One more again from VA
Yes, your southern representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, 'cause I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
'Cause I'm hard like my ****, we'll ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs, and **** until I'm stuck
Order the main course, four *****es, I'm serving duck
How da **** you payin' a ***** just to ****?
If a ***** want money for me, pray for luck
Only thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' *** ain't a check, ***** kiss my ***
Leavin' freaky *****es in stitches, 'cause hoe's be envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
Oh, what a web we weave
When I achieved to **** the baddest ***** you *****s them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, *****es go rump with just my name

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

This is how we do it
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid
This is how we do
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid, what?
Me and my posse
I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this
Now we gotta be out
For the '98

What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B

Put 'em On

length: 4:40
[Intro]

Do you like it do you like it do you like it whassup?

Do you like it do you like it do you like it what?

(Put 'em on put 'em on put 'em on)

Do you like it do you like it do you like it whassup?

(Put 'em on put 'em on put 'em on)

Do you like it do you like it do you like it what?

(Put 'em on put 'em on put 'em on)

Do you like it do you like it, do you like it, whassup?

(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)

Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?

Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, whassup?

(Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on)

Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?

(The first verse, bird)



[Timb]

It's a hot Saturday

My little sister's outside

Playin' patty cake (patty cake)

My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)

Wit' the Shake 'n Bake

Magoo got on the stockin' cap

Tryin' to pick this way

I'm (I'm) in the back with the play sta'

A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation

Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit

And ain't no time (time) for the D-Q

I say who-dee-who



[Static]

Pass me the courvoisier

It's a party-yea, it's time to play

I see today is a good day

I'm out for gleem, plus play it then finally hit your screen

I may not be the giant but I want that jolly green

I got tomorrow's dreams baby, don't share the turf (what?)

Maybe I'll tap your glass, I got some cheers for you

For they yak can't hold me back

So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell me where the party at



[Timb]

Pick it pick it pick it up



[Yoshamine]

You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang

You went out to the room in the back

Bring me in a Henney and a pack

Give a blunt to that fact suicide

State of mind, do or die, anytime

We can bang in the back of the 'Lac

Any damn thing bang

Do the thing in the back of the 'Lac

In the car, at the bar, gettin' high, want to try

You went out with the heels on the block

Get the nine's all coughin'

And *****'s gon' run in our spot

Wonder why hypnotize, on my eyes and thighs

You ain't heard of me yet

But I betcha ain't met another one yet

Who do it like this



It's on, put yo hands in the air

We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



If it's on, put your hands in the air

We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place

And I'll pull another playa's parts bags

Send searchin' for sex for six packs,

See I'm Simpsoning them all to the back

She even knows I'm hellerin

So they'll move till they pickin low, go over really

If I say hit his head and then hang another round

I'm showing 'em, knowing if it's a drag

That you hit it from the back and stroke

Left to the right keep it right on time

One time, two time for your mind

Better get soft layers and go over mine

Come about two chairs and go here's an ear if it's on tonight

Then this is the word I speak

**** don't quicks mo' too tight



[Static]

I come clear to your mouth and spit many a spouse and get

Civil 'cause riddles can sizzle picks it a foul out

Package your rap attack, it's for presses and stash

They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail

Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something

Bumpin' (bumpin') and scrumpin' for your consumption

Listen close to the slick and those quick quotes

Keep gettin' dope ****, **** with this, it'll get you so most



[Yoshamine]

When she get crucial forget about what chu used to

'cause I'm here to pay dues too, ***** put it to the back sayin'

I'mma school you on the rules to how to tell who's who

On a cruise to who's tryin' to use you

In the same sentence demention that will lose your attention

So pull mad intentions like Mag'

Lot of people gonna want to see me stand stagnant, but it ain't gonna happen

Sound completely like Twista, or get mean like Mista'

For they feel the purple from the first time

The first rhyme that they first heard

First word, *****'s know that I'm a gold mine

Come on *****'s now lets go a time

Tell I'm in a power mood, the party groove records tour if I move it

I'mma support their dues or loose it





It's on, put yo hands in the air

If I got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



If it's on, put your hands in the air

If I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

If got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



If it's on, put your hands in the air

I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

If I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



If it's on, put your hands in the air

If got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

If I got you in the zone, put your hands in the air



Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on

Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on

Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on

Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on



If it's on, put your hands in the air

We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

If it's on, put your hands in the air

We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air

Fat Rabbit

length: 4:58
I be that ***** named Ludi
A k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
**** that ****
***** what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop **** like birds
Then it's about the time for yo *** to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that ***** Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
'Cause I got more **** than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just "run baby run"
I guess that they can't handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
Then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (oh, c'mon)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in Cracker Jacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo)
And it's always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
And put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (oh, c'mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my adversary
Don't be so scary
I, never thought that you could act up
Make a ***** wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I want yo ***
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
'Cause ain't a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (oh, c'mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

[Repeat: x4]
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

Wha', uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast

Who Am I

length: 4:17
Da da da da da da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin' somethin' like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
Say what?
That's right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out

Who am I, ***** wid tha blunt, steady trippin',
Sippin' on the concoction,
With tha gun cocktin'
Drum knockin', gotta get off
*****es and killas in the front watchin'
Flowin' with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'ma flow until my belly hurt
Pimp ***** rockin' on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The mutha****a' most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin'
Bullets body decomposition
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrenaline was rushin'
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Body's gon' get rushed in
I can make em hit tha dance flo'
Brothas, *****es, and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Y'all mutha****as still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

[Chorus: x2]
Who you be?
I'm tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin' body's
With tha thugga hands up in the sky
Neva shy he's fly
Who am I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homicidal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I

Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood
And I'm always in tha mix of some shits
Scoop a shawty an she thick
And tha ***** getts grip in them hips
Putta **** on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
So I tricked on that *****
Now who you be?
The one who's on tha dance floor
Sex gon' be one of tha mass hoes
Freak on a bad hoe
You's could really wanna flash gold
Turn a hater to a sass hoe
Play an ballin' up at Cape Town, strippin' went down
Study, tippin' off of CDs an Tapes
Though see *****s see Gs to take
Run up to tha car, got no thangs
They got CDs to break, no easy pace
Who you be?
The crime cause other obituary an uligy
Photo stank and y'all be who to see
Only smokin' it wid you and me
Lets go hang out where tha booty be
I was on sumthin', no frontin'
Yello' wide ol' belly in the po funkin'
Grinnin' while up in the curb
Wanna journey for herb
Always tellin' somebody to smoke somethin'
True indeed

[Chorus: x2

The one thats flowin fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
Whatcha did to her
Didn't ask why I hit her for
Cause the game like literature
Get it Get it girl
I don't know what you was waitin on
But if you aint wid a partna
This young monsters a fly guy
Shake a lil' bit of dat body
We gon' party till we sky high
To my playas an soldiers, shady *****s,
Young thugs and strap hoes,
Pimps strikin' fees and red bones
Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols
The one that be kickin' off air time
From sunrise ta bedtime
All of y'all need ta know me, the one an only
Pimp slach tingin' twista from tha Chi
Makin' competition die slowly
Who am I?

[Chorus: x2]

Ha ha ha ha
Y'all didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya
Ha ha
I do it like that, I put it down
For tha ninety eight or T N T
Thang ya know what I'm sayin'
Timbaland and Twista
Y'all fools couldn't recognize could ya?
I put it down for all parts of the area
We out

Talking on the Phone

length: 5:05
co-producer: Missy Elliott
Yo yo yo yo
Wah wah wah
Yea yo yo
Wah wah wah wah
Wah wah wah wah (uh huh)
Yo yo
Wah wah wah

I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)
They were

[Chorus]
Talking on the phone (talking on the phone)
Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man)
Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone)
Callin' him on the phone

Don't hate a girl, cuz they too slick
They smile in my face, all on my man's (oh ficky ficky)
You don't know what, what I've been through
I get it first, then I do it
You

[Chorus]

Daa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daa, da da
Da da, da da (yo yo yo)
Daa, da da
Daa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daa, da da (yo yo yo yo)
Da da, da da (ficky ficky)

Ficky ficky ficky
S-U-P-A Fly, I'm cute
I, keep y'all *****es, chicken like soup
What y'all wan' do, I'm not that chick to talk ****
Nor I'm that chick to **** wit'
Did you hear this?
Did you get this?
Watch Missy flip like an acrobatic
My automatic
Tongue tactic
Flows like this
Be the mutha****in' ****

What I need right now
Is for y'all
You and Kelly
I need for y'all to
To come meet me in space
Now could y'all sing that for me again
That first verse

I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)
They were

[Chorus]

How do y'all like space? (wah wah wah wah)
Can you dig it?
Now if you like space for all my martian people out there
I need all y'all to put y'alls hand up
If you can feel me
So I need Kelly to sing the second verse for me

Don't hate a girl, 'cause they too slick
They smile in my face, all on my man's (oh ficky ficky)
You don't know what, what I've been through
I get it first, then I do it (what she doin' girl)
You

Talking on the phone (say what)
Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it)
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea)
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone
(yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo)
Talking on the phone
(I'm feeling quite good right now)
Talking on the phone
(but it's time for me to take my spaceship to another level)
Talking on the phone
('cause right now I don't think the world is ready for Timbaland)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone
(I'm on that next level, can you dig it)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don't think so)

Come to the light, Kelly!

Keep It Real

length: 3:46
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh, uh, uh uh
Ginuwine

You can't fool me girl
I know you well
What's on your mind
It ain't hard to tell
Don't leave me now
Don't play wit' me
You think I'm blind
But baby I can see

I saw your eyes from across the room
You was checkin' me out and I was scopin' you too

Don't say I'm wrong (what)
Don't mind those eyes
I'ma call your bluff
So baby tell me why

[Chorus: x2]
Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves)
Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel)
Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time)
I gotta know, baby let me know

Could you have told me girl
Is what I said
You can tell the truth
I'm all in your hand
And what's wrong wit' that
Are you ashamed of me?
You can fool your girls
But you can't fool G

I saw your eyes, from across the room
You was checkin' me out, I was scopin' you too

Oh I'll turn and walk away
If you deny (I)
But before I go
Could you tell me why

[Chorus: x2]

Baby baby
Baby baby
What's yo name
What's yo name
How bout you
How bout you
Come play our game
Come play our game
It's me and Ginuwine
It's me and Ginuwine
A new day and time
A new day and time
C'mon baby
C'mon baby
Wha wah wha
Wha wah wha

[Chorus: x3]

John Blaze

vocal: Missy Elliott and Aaliyah
co-producer: Missy Elliott
Uh yo
Uh, uh
Uh yo yo
John Blaze John Blaze
Uh uh huh
Uh uh mm hm mm hm
Yo
John Blaze eh eh he

Why can't I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep me so amazed (mm)
I'm so amazed (I'm so amazed)
Why do (yes) I feel this way (uh huh uh huh uh huh)
Could it be (uh huh)
You're John Blaze
You're John Blaze (uh-huh)

Boy you blowin' my mind, boy you blowin' (uh-huh)
My mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me you John Blaze)
In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah
You're John Blaze (say what?)
You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo)
Boy you blowin' my mind, (yo boy)
Boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me, you John Blaze)
In every way (ehehehe)
You're John Blaze(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)

Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh)
I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do you know, what I'm talkin' 'bout, no doubt
(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)
Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way
All I know (uh-huh), I
S you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)
You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)

Boy you blowin' my mind (uh-huh),
Boy you blowin' my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me, you John Blaze)
In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah
You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze
(yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John)
Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh)
Yes you do (say what?)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me, you're John Blaze)
In every way (say what?)
You look John Blaze (yo, yo)
John Blaze

I don't what it is, it's somethin' bout you
Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything,
You do John Blaze
You bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
***** say what?
I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin' bout you
Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything,
You do John Blaze
You crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
***** ehehehe, yeah

Boy you blowin' my mind,
Boy you blow my mind
You look so fine
In every way, every way
You look John Blaze, you're John Blaze
You blowin' my mind
You look so fine, so fine
In every way, ooh yeah ha ha ha
You look John Blaze, John Blaze

Birthday

length: 4:41
Oh
Happy birthday baby
Baby, baby, baby

Girl when you're with me, you know we ball
For sure
And baby every time I have a ball
With you
So I made reservations for, this special day
Baby
Baby bring your baby oil, and your lingerie
C'mon

We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did, I did this for your birthday
All for you, all for you
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it, I did this for your birthday

Yeah ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Whoa whoa, ah yeah

I felt like I could break a couple of rooms, for you
That's how I brought myself to buy this expensive room
Let's do it in the jacuzzi
On the balcony, baby, whoa ha
Girl let's enjoy this special night
Cause the bill's on me

We got a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did, I did this for your birthday
Whoo! Do not, do not, do not, did not do it baby!
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it, I did this for your birthday
I'm what you want, I'm what you need

Let's get on the floor, let's get on the floor
Let's get in the chair, in the chair
On the sink, on the sink
In the bed, in the bed
Back on the rug, back on the rug
In the tub, in the tub
I perform, I perform
Anywhere, anywhere
Let's get on the floor, let's get on the floor
Let's get in the chair, in the chair
On the sink, on the sink
In the bed, in the bed
Back on the rug, back on the rug
Or in the tub, or in the tub
I'll perform, I'll perform
Anywhere, anywhere

You have a five star room, the luxury suite
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Cause I did,- I did this for your birthday
You seem like you've been workin' so hard
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
And you need just a special day
The sweet TV with the VCR
Yeah aha yeah oh yeah
And I did it, I did this for your birthday
Happy birthday birthday baby!

We got a five star room, the luxury suite
Wait a minute!
With marble floors, and don't thank me
Wait, wait.. wait!
Cause I did, I did this for your birthday
Yeah!
With a king size bed, the Cognac bar
C'mon in, c'mon in
The sweet TV with the VCR
And I did it, I did this for your birthday
Yeah yeah, yeah ah

3:30 in the Morning

length: 3:30
co-producer: Missy Elliott
Oh
Well well well well mm
Oh ho oh oh oh ho oh
Mm mm uh uh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yea

Tell me why you trippin' out on me mm
Every time I want to hang out
You get mad at me
Why can't I do the things that I like to do mm
Why can't you put your trust in me
Like I put my trust in you
Even if I'm

Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

Why you want to argue with me, all the time?
Even when I'm out with my girls
You be on my mind
Why can't you sit down
And understand
That no matter where I be, or where I am
I let them know that you're my man, you're my man

Even if I'm out till 3:30 in the morning
I won't talk to no one, I'ma tell 'em about my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

No one but you
I'll be coming home to you
No one but you
Even if it's after two

Even if I'm out till three thirty in the morning
I won't talk to no one, cause I've got my honey
Even if the guys try to tip me with their money
I'ma let 'em know I'm dedicated to my honey

Outro

length: 1:48
composer: Timbaland, Missy Elliott
Y'all have entered the last phase of my bio, baby
That's right, I like to thank all ya for listening
'Cause you know Timbaland represent that dirty side

Can you feel me? Can you feel me?
Can you feel me? I like to thank all those who rock out
I love you all but especially the dirty
Especially the dirty, especially the dirty

Can you feel me? Can you feel me?
Can you feel me? Can you feel me?
Can y'all feel me? Can you feel me?
Can y'all feel me?

Hey, now all my dirty south people, put your hands up, put your hands up
Now bounce, now bounce, baby, now bounce, now bounce
Now bounce, now bounce, now bounce, now bounce
Now bounce, now bounce, now bounce, now bounce
Now bounce, now bounce, what?

We gon' ride to the year 2G, baby
And all my super friends, we know who you are
In my family that's how we do in the 99
But that's when this album gonna drop and continue on

Bringin' It

length: 3:16
What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It don't stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on

One question,
Who be the thug that y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo mutha****in' head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip
I'll **** yo mic and catch you later on some snipe ****
Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' north ****
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It's mob official
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch 'cause I ain't ****in' with you
Straight up, we bringin' it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y'all in p-town
Know about this
What y'all in Hoviay
Know about this

Check it out
I'm ya p-town hit man
I'll make ya **** man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you **** rocks
I told you that I'm project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci
Don't **** around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me
I'm ghetto fabulous
The mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, *****s leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, "What?"
Always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these *****s that ruck ain't had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or *****-slap
'Cause otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, ***** what

What y'all V-A
Know about this
What y'all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y'all in Nomo
Know about this
What y'all in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy

See I told y'all ************s that my clique roll deep
AK's and street sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The real on how I let **** go
But if it's real, my *****s hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, *****s trained to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that steel
****'s for real, my ***** P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of *****s what let's straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y'all *****s still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back can't nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

What y'all in V-A
Know about this- I told you
What y'all in Nomo, what
Know about this, what