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TIMBALAND & MAGOO lyrics - Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment

Wit' Yo' Bad Self

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(feat. Mad Skillz) [Timbaland] 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 [Mad 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 [Chorus: Timbaland (repeat 2X)] (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 [Mad Skillz] 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 [Chorus] [Mad 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 nigga 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' [Chorus] [Timbaland] Uhh, what, uh huh What, like that, what Timbaland, what Mad Skillz, uhh Collabo', what Don't go, baby Don't go, baby baby Don't go [Chorus (w/o Timbaland)] [(Go ahead) 2X]

Etcetera

R KELLY "R"
Baby, I'm so glad you're over here Now I get to show you all the things That I been wanting to show you for such a long time Don't say nuthin' Picture this you and me in the kitchen babe, on the counter Feeding each other fruits babe Straight from there walk into the bedroom babe I touch your hair and then you turn around and say what's on your mind And girl tonight we'll be making sweet love [1] - Girl tonight we'll make sweet love Until the rain comes falling down on you and me All of these things and etcetera etcetera etcetera Wanna kiss you places you want me to Promise girl that I'll do all of these things And etcetera etcetera etcetera Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Doing you pretty much all night long babe 'Till I hear you screaming my name babe In the pool you and me skinny dippin darlin' Kelly's rules No playing hard to get now tell me what the deal cuz Girl tonight we'll be making sweet love [Repeat 1] Put on some clothes and lets go to the IHOP, baby (Let's go to the IHOP babe) No, no, no (Baby we just made love) No matter how good the food may taste (No matter how the food may taste) I'm still thinking about your body baby, yes I am (It's your body I'm thinking of) [Repeat 1 until fade]

Sprung

NU FLAVOR
You used to be this little girl around the way But you've grown up andnow you got me feeling things Your body's talkin', and that's now lie And I've been waiting for the subject to arise No use in tryin' to keep a secret from you Girl I can't hide it, you know I can't fight it So if you feel a little poke comin' through Tell me what can I do...I'm crushin' on you [CHORUS:] Tell me baby how can I get down with you Your body's talking to me My body's talkin to you Oh tell me baby what am I supposed to do Can't you see what you've done The damage is done, I'm sprung Maybe I'll call a spychic on the telephone And she could tell me how to get you all alone I need a gypsy, to com oaround Stir up a potion that will cool my body down I'm burnin' up, you know my body's on fire Just hold me close, you can feel my deisre It's only natural for my nature to rise I fell under your spell, when I looked in your eyes [CHORUS] Oh girl I feel like I'm ready to explode Because, the time is right, wee should be makin' love all night So baby let me know, if it's a go I'm tight as a drum Baby girl you know you got me sprung You turn me on, oh girl I'm sprung Ooo baby baby, don't you know you got me goin' crazy, crazy You turn me on, oh girl I'm sprung What am I supposed to do Little sexy thing, I'm addicted to you [CHORUS]

Fuck U Man

Kool G. Rap
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick yo mami is rich she push a six Living some bloodshed her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

A Thug's Love Story (Chapter I, Ii, Iii)

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Roots of Evil"
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

Reason For Breathing

BABYFACE "A Christmas With Babyface"
If I cried like a baby would you change your mind? If I told you I'm crazy would you come running back to me? The harder I try to break away, the more I get lost in yesterday The man that you know is just a shell, living without your life is hell I turn on the radio just to take the hurt away Another night and I'm missing you Girl, it's killing me, well Chorus: I don't wanna die tonight, but I think I might be going down 'Cause the only one I ever cared about is nowhere to be found I don't wanna close my eyes 'cause I might not see the light of day I'm almost out of air You're my reason for breathing You're my reason for breathing I don't wanna go clubbing, I got no one to dance with me I don't wanna go shopping, I got no one to spend my money on Spending my time with one glass of wine Playing solitaire just to ease my mind Poured one for you, but I drank that too Anything to kill the pain of losing you I turn on the radio just to take the hurt away Another night and I'm missing you Girl, it's killing me Chorus 3x So I'm reaching out on this distant line Hoping deep inside your heart's gonna find a reason To keep me breathing But I'm lost in this pain and I don't have much time I'm so tired of walking this same old line So I'm taking my pride, gonna throw it aside Please let me breathe girl, I'm sorry Chorus 2x Baby girl, don't leave me standing here I'm barely breathing, girl, I'm running out of air Baby girl, don't leave me standing here I'm barely breathing, girl, I'm running out of air

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