Timbaland & Magoo lyrics
Timbaland & Magoo lyrics
"Can We Do It Again lyrics"
Waiting For The Bus lyrics
i've standing here waiting for the bus on a Saturday laundry on my back ultraviolet rays like i'm posing for a shot in a magazine what the hell does it mean? refrain i'm a travelling man straight from the car i'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan my folks are getting tight won't let me out at night you can't avoid the complications when there's no reason at all when the right hand stikes we fly i'll drink my
i've standing here waiting for the bus on a Saturday laundry on my back ultraviolet rays like i'm posing for a shot in a magazine what the hell does it mean? refrain i'm a travelling man straight from the car i'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan my folks are getting tight won't let me out at night you can't avoid the complications when there's no reason at all when the right hand stikes we fly i'll drink my
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
This goes out
For all the people
That think I couldn't make it again
See what I'm sayin
We're back at y'all
Third time, (heh heh)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatin
Penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin
I hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hard
Got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor
Gimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)
I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)
This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)
People wonder when will we come with the
Draped Up lyrics
(feat. Lil' Keke) [Intro - Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas, where legends are born Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve Bun... [Chorus - Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what
same magic(feat. Lil' Keke) [Intro - Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas, where legends are born Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve Bun... [Chorus - Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what
That make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)
I actin gorilla with it, my game savage
You should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
Can you do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
(OW!)
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
Can we do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?
(OW!) (hu-huh)
[Verse 2 - Timbaland]
Still spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)
Even though my nec
Enemy lyrics
Well, it comes as no surprise, don't you realize you can't back up deceit with more sad alibis Because you never are to blame, drivin' you insane cause when your words are gone the damage still remains You don't wanna believe that you're human just like me (By blaming me you gain control) I'm not the enemy (You want a scapegoat for your crimes) You're just like me, me, me And I'm not the enemy You're just lik
and wrist all glossyWell, it comes as no surprise, don't you realize you can't back up deceit with more sad alibis Because you never are to blame, drivin' you insane cause when your words are gone the damage still remains You don't wanna believe that you're human just like me (By blaming me you gain control) I'm not the enemy (You want a scapegoat for your crimes) You're just like me, me, me And I'm not the enemy You're just lik
And my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)
You could copy or hate on my style
Steppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)
I hit the leather, get the meters to peakin
I lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)
You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)
Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)
You better love me, she be backin it up on me
I'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)
I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna play
And when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Magoo]
Ew we, my pimpin is pimpalicious
I'm more than a rapper
Danielle lyrics
Denkst du noch daran schon als kleine Kinder spielten wir auf der Treppe vor der Wohnungstür Danielle. Etwas später dann auf dem Weg zur Schule Hand in Hand jahrelang mit dir dieselbe Bank Danielle. Damals sagten sie: Seht die beiden sind ein Liebespaar und wir zwei wir wurden rot sogar Danielle. Und ich glaubte nie daß es jemals etwas geben könnt' was auf einmal über Nacht uns trennt
eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)Denkst du noch daran schon als kleine Kinder spielten wir auf der Treppe vor der Wohnungstür Danielle. Etwas später dann auf dem Weg zur Schule Hand in Hand jahrelang mit dir dieselbe Bank Danielle. Damals sagten sie: Seht die beiden sind ein Liebespaar und wir zwei wir wurden rot sogar Danielle. Und ich glaubte nie daß es jemals etwas geben könnt' was auf einmal über Nacht uns trennt
Them other rappers come with that heat talk
I talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)
But if ya feelin froggy and he leap
I fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)
You think I'm puttin cover that bird shit
I have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)
And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)
He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)
I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them guns
I ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)
So give me mine and you can take yours
It was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since Tim name happen
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)