Timbaland & Magoo lyrics
Timbaland & Magoo lyrics
"What Cha Talkin' 'bout lyrics"
Jubilee lyrics
Jubilee slouches in the settee He losing all will to move He gone divy too much telly He watching 24 hours of rubbish He got butane he got plastic bags His eyes are going square oh yeah He no raver just anti social He no going to cut his hair HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY... NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY... NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE Jubilee's dad Billy Banker He
(feat. Lil' Man & Static)Jubilee slouches in the settee He losing all will to move He gone divy too much telly He watching 24 hours of rubbish He got butane he got plastic bags His eyes are going square oh yeah He no raver just anti social He no going to cut his hair HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY... NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY... NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE Jubilee's dad Billy Banker He
[Intro]
(What cha talkin' 'bout?)
[Repeat above throughout intro]
[Lil' Man] Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What?
[Timb] Told y'all
[Lil' Man] What? Check it out
[Lil' Man]
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
People can't realize who the fuck 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
[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
[Timb]
Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, eve
Freak Fantastic lyrics
[Mad Child and Prevail] Rock for the masses Rock for the masses Plastic explosives, ferocious Flashbacks and overdoses Rock for the masses Rock for the masses [Mad Child] Yo, fire and anger, barbarians bang We're furious things, we take this as a serious thing You curious man? Then follow along I'm outta control, the music seems At times I act intolerable Don't try to swallow it whole, take
r step over my toe (nah nah)[Mad Child and Prevail] Rock for the masses Rock for the masses Plastic explosives, ferocious Flashbacks and overdoses Rock for the masses Rock for the masses [Mad Child] Yo, fire and anger, barbarians bang We're furious things, we take this as a serious thing You curious man? Then follow along I'm outta control, the music seems At times I act intolerable Don't try to swallow it whole, take
I got that nigga (what what)
From the "V", Static, where you at?
[Static]
Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit 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
Nigga, 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
[Lil' Man & Timbaland]
[1] - 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
[Repeat 1]
[Lil' Man]
Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That shit is
All I'm After lyrics
All I'm after is to be on your winning side All I need is to be turning back the tide 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead What you're thinking could be anybody's guess All I'm after is the sun and the summer nights By the seashore, don't want no more neon lights Just the sand and the sky as the hours roll by Ain't it funny, how the world seems to be back there in my dreams All I see is my reflection in your wild and winsome ways Ain't it funny, lif
ight like a bowl of crispsAll I'm after is to be on your winning side All I need is to be turning back the tide 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead What you're thinking could be anybody's guess All I'm after is the sun and the summer nights By the seashore, don't want no more neon lights Just the sand and the sky as the hours roll by Ain't it funny, how the world seems to be back there in my dreams All I see is my reflection in your wild and winsome ways Ain't it funny, lif
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
[Timb]
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 nuthin' 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 shit is real)
But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it baby
[Magoo]
Ha ha, yeah
One more again from VA
Yes, your southern representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuck
Orde
Black Orchid lyrics
[Esham] What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your ass been? And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow It don't matter cuz these bitches know I got the phatter dough Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like Hoodini I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in
r the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duck[Esham] What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your ass been? And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow It don't matter cuz these bitches know I got the phatter dough Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like Hoodini I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in
How da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?
If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck
Only thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
Oh, what a web we weave
When I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Timb]
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
[Repeat 1]