Timbaland Album

(feat. Magoo, Missy)

Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
Uh, say what?
1-2, 1-2
I be that man they call Timbaland
On these funky beats do you hear him?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Now
How many people want to, huh
learn this method I have with these beats?
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Now
How many songs I'm gonna hear on the radio that sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of....
Maganoo aka Magoo word
You know what I'm saying? I'm putting this man down
Cause he got it like that, don't bite him
And of course Missy Elliott
We put it down like that for the 9-7
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap over it
Magoo can rap over it, but I can let him rap over it
Cause I got my man Jimmie D
On that engineer board
And we do this like everyday, all day 24 hours
You know what I'm saying making this money
I aint got to rap,all i got to do is talk on this track
And you will still buy it, you know what I'm sayin?
It's like that
So Missy tell em what I'm gonna say

[Missy]
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Vroooooooom (I got em baby)
Beep, beep, beep, beep (Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep)
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Who got the keys to the jeep? (I got em baby)
Vroooom
Beep, beep, beep, beep(Beep, beep, beep)

[Timbaland]
Alright
Now it's time for me to go
I done told y'all bout the sad show
Music's so ill
It makes niggas want to kill
Big up to Larell High
That's my east school coast, word
I know you gonna play this in your Eddie Bauer, word
Uh-huh, word, Uh-huh
Can you bang it Larry? Uh-huh
Why you banging it?
Who the f is this?

(feat. Magoo)

[Timbaland]
What? Can y'all feel this? (repeat 4X)
Ooh Snap!
My head throbbin
As I ride in my 3-4-8 mobbin
Listen to the buddha brothers
6 to 10 there aint no other
Playin my favorite jams
On 1-0-3 Jams
I got my man Big D, Big Rodney
In case somebody want to rob me
We going to Military Circle (echo Circle)
Virginia's tight that's why they gotta keep a curfew (echo curfew)
It's time to get something to eat
Oh snap, there's my man Kumbalee
And my girl Missy
Who she role wit? Who she be wit? Who she role wit? Who she be wit?
Total, Da Brat, Lil Kim, Lil Cease and Puffy
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight
Can I get a ride?
Tonight, tonight

Chorus:
I can feel it (8X)

Timbaland (behind the chorus)
What?
Yeah, yeah
What?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me baby?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me?

[Timbaland]
Jimmy D turn my scale up
Give me that boom da boom whaeeeeeeerrrrr
It's time to change my style, my rythym, my ism, my prism, my beat manurism
Gee, where's my lack of fear?
My five-thousand and one gear, Missy baby you oughtta hear
Like next year, your album bigger each day
It rolls like a queen size waterbad, uh
The people in the label's chillin
As Timbaland is making a big killin
What? uh What? uh
Of money baby
Check it out

Chorus

Timbaland (behind the chorus):
What?
I can feel it
Can you feel it?
Throw your hands up
Timbaland and Maganoo
Yeah

[Timbaland]
Oooh, I'm on my last verse (echo last verse)
As you can see I did not curse (echo did not curse)
I'm trying to make it radio friendly, uh
So people in America can hear me, uh
To all beautiful boys and girls
White, diamonds and pearls, no jerry curls, uh
I hope you buy our tape
Please don't hesitate, don't hesitate
What?

Chorus 2X

Can you feel it groovin on through?
Let the feeling get next to you
Can you feel it groovin on through?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
6X

(feat. Magoo, Missy)

Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party
[Timbaland (whispering)] Up jumps da boogie (repeat 3X)
(repeat all 4X)

Verse One: Magoo

I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die
Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat

Verse Two: Timbaland

I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies
I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia
Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my car do'
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit's off-timin

Verse Three: Missy

I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got
After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott
Me my hot self, my self be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can't stop
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Give it to me daddy and
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
Yup, yup like Teddy
Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better

Chorus: everybody

Give it up!
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X)
Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party

Verse Four: Magoo

Prepare to get wet, like Jheri Curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key
I cum cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits
Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release

Verse Five: Timbaland

I'm up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
Been makin more beats before, Jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the TV
See a black man dead, from a white man's powder
See a white man scared, from a black man's power
Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please

Verse Six: Missy

I'm the best, and that's B, and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do
To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E
Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy

Chorus: everybody

Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
(repeat all 2X)

Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
(repeat to fade)

(feat. Magoo)

[Magoo]
See, them other crews could not figure me
It's the Mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD
Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt Philly
Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin chili
Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly
Maybe I'm Nicole Brown, cause you really kill me
Got away with hittin me, but you ain't O.J.
I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay
When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee
This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't Kool Moe Dee
Watch a movie now you think that you really Joe Pesci
You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy

[Timbaland]
I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland
I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van
You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance
Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man?
They call robber, cause I pack much heat
Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speaks
I'm like a genie, because I've been trapped in a bottle
I've got more stunts, than that nigga Desperado
Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun
no sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? Uhh uhh
My offices hours are nine to five
Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right... right

Chorus: Magoo

When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
They'll be dancin, through the night
Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!)
Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!)
(repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)

[Timbaland]
Now gimme that...
And run with the... (AHH)
Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo
As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse too

[Magoo]
Yo I'm bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted
You retarded if you thinkin Brandy really broken hearted
I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt
Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk
I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more
Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor
You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo'
No I don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe
You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet
Peace to Tupac, cause he was dope as it get
Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and shit got hot
Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot
The rappin Don, I make a dyke go straight
If you think I'm cute, then you up too late
Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer
Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer

Chorus 2X

(hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo)

Chorus 1/2

Run the track
Ooh, it's it's so funky (yes it is)
It's it's so funky (15 after da hour baby)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (something always happens)
It's it's so funky
Ooh, it's it's so funky (it's oh so funky)
It's it's so funky (check it out)
Ooh, it's it's so funky (Maganoo and Timbaland, check it out in stores)

Timbaland:

It's about 5:15 got a call from Weezie West
Timbaland you have a check on my desk
You must pick it up by 7
Or you'll have to pick it up by 11
Wait a minute I got a meeting at 6
I can't pick it up by 7-ish
Therefore I must pick wait until tomorrow
Go to my man and ask if I can borrow
200 or 100 chips
If I get them then I dip
Now it's about 9:15
Got a page from my girl Misdemean
Timbaland I need you to meet me out in Queens
While you on your way don't forgetto bring
My sunglasses and my show-jack
Don't forget da gat and the cigarettes
It's about 10:15
Call on my cell it's this fine beauty queen
Timbaland make my body hot, make it steam
Shit, it's 11:15
Got another call from another beauty queen
But I can't hit, got to see Misdemean
Here I am out in the middle of Queens
Damn near about 1:15
Now I'm leaving Queens about 3:15
Hopin I can hit one of my queens
So I hit about 7:15
Then I finish at 9:15
Tell her to wake me up at 10:15
But she wakes me up at 11:15
Know what I mean I'm late for weezie
15 after da hour, it's kinda cheezie

Magoo:

Early in the morn, 8:15
Jump in the tub, rub-a-dub, get clean
Rap the listine I got from Misdemean
9:15 dressed in all green
Dip to the parking lot
Look what I got
10:15 meet Tim at the spot
We can make it hot
Cook it in the pot
11:15 feed the hoe while it's hot
1:15 got to get rubbers
Me and Lisa Lee later on beat lovers
2:15 we like sex in the mist
3:15 was the first time we kissed
Girl your man aint shit and you know it
4:15 is the time I can show it
When I say suck it, it don't mean blow it
5:15 get loot cause you broke it
Girl it aint a blunt, so dont smoke it
Better if you grab it with your hand then you choke it
6:15, aint my day quick?
VCR tape, halloween is the flick
Drinking like a cellar, pass out drunk
7:15 had a dream I was a monk

Timbaland:

15 after da hour everything seems to go bad you say dag
15 after da hour booty calls get lost in the sauce, what's the cost?
15 after da hour, 15's a bad number know what I mean?
15 after da hour, 15, 15
Say what?

(feat. Magoo)

B-Silk in the house!
Hello!
Hello who is this?
This is Ms. Parker
Hey how are you doing baby?
I'm doing fine baby how you feelin?
Ohh it's all jam good what the deal?
I wanna hear, I wanna hear that new song by the Boo boy
and the cartoon character, you know who I'm talkin about
By the Boo boy, and who?
Yeah you know that new joint that's out
Ohh ohh! Magoo and Timbaland!
Yeah whatever you know what I'm talkin about
Ohh OK, well look here check this out
Umm, tonight why don't umm me and you get together
and you can listen to the album at my crib and
do a little somethin somethin somethin some-some somethin
Youknahmean? Can you do that? Huh?
Nah baby I just wanna hear it on the radio right now
Ohh, that's cool, you ain't got ta get smart
I wasn't even tryin to hook up witcha ass no way
I'll get my song on, c'mere Timbaland kick that shit

(feat. Magoo, Shaunte)

[Timbaland]
Dance with me... yeah, tango with me (repeat 4X)

[Shaunte]
In suspension like a sports car
Shaunte got big lips and handlebars
Put it on Tim like a porno star
Run back the tape in the VCR

[Timbaland]
I'm comin baby like the big black, Kahuna
I wish you woulda humped me just a little sooner
Now rich, like silver-spooner
Now here's the finger now I got you moonin
I wish you woulda did that two years ago (go, go, go)
Let me feel the body hit the skins yo (yo-yo, yo, yo)
Now you see a brother makin a little dough (dough-dough, dough, dough)
I really hate that mess, but I love you yo (yo-yo, yo.. uh-huh)

Chorus: all together

Oooooooohhh, luv 2 luv 2 luv ya, luv ya, luv ya! (repeat 4X)

[Timbaland (talking over the chorus)]
I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, Maganoo..

[Magoo]
I dream bout Leah Lando, make all the luchiano
And girls with condos, Chanel with Guitano
Girl my persono, I share like Sonny Bono
Black and white keys, lay girls on my piano
Me, Missy and Timbo, rap in any tempo
Huckleberry Finn, Magoo the South Pimple
Caught up in my lingo, be not girl, I'm Bingo
Help I see a Beatle, cool out that's only Ringo
Missy sang a jangle as I commence to tango
Ginuwine ridin on a Pony, put Monie in the Middle
Check the riddle, got your girl pants hot a little
Thinkin that she dime when you only just a nickel
Take a tickle, cause your man, pickle green and resentful
Mag and two-ohh, from down South and here go
Black house shoes, my Kangol to match
Pimp crack game, take all your scratch
Girl, I'm the P see me on TV
Beep Beep, hook me up witcha girl CeCe
Female, lookie here, I'm Chip you Dale
Let me get one kiss, just don't go tell
You so obsurd I thought you heard
If you don't know, the bird is the word
Yes the bird bird bird, the bird is the word
The bird bird bird, the bird is the word

Chorus

[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Shhhhh, aooww-oooh, I love you baby
Uh-huh, I love you, uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
What? Uh-huh, I love you, say what say what?
Is you in, or is you ain't, my baby... ahhh!

[Shaunte]
See I don't stop like good dick
Skypager's hotness when you need a fix
Big girls don't cry we take all of it
Doggystyle like George and the Parliament
Feel me now, see my lovin got you bedstrucken
Head is stuck in, the pillowcase suckin, Shaunte still handcuffin
Just me and you cause I'ma rock it all night
You can go fast or slow
but I'ma tell you when it's good and right, uh-huh

[Timbaland]
Look at you girl, talkin trash
Now I'll come around and swing that ass
Make you bend over, uhh, backwards, call me master
Have you sayin Tim do it faster and faster
Now I'm the man with the power
I get booty calls fifteen after every hour
So don't try to take it personal
I gotta get the cash, now you got to go, what?

Chorus

[Timbland (talking over chorus)]
Oooh, I love you baby
Uhh, remix, uh-huh uh-huh what?
Like that what?
I love you baby, what?

Chorus

[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Uhh, what? What?
Uhh, what? What?
I love you, I love you baby
What? Let it ride, uhh

[Timbaland]
Go, go, go
Yo-yo, yo, yo
Dough-dough, dough, dough
Yo-yo, yo... uh-huh
(repeat 2X)

Chorus

[Magoo]
The bird bird bird
The bird bird bird... word

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Let it ride, uhh

(feat. Magoo, Playa, Shaunte)

[Timbaland]
Dance with me... whaaat?
Dance with me... say what, say what?
Tango with me... say what, say what? (repeat 2X)
Dance with me... say what, say what? (repeat 2X)
Tango with me... say what, say what?
Haha, bring it in

Ooooh, I love what you got on
A tight see-through dress with some green and pink thongs
Word is bond, can I pick you up in my eight-five-oh
Or do you want to pick me up, in your black limo
Here goes, an even-ing that's memorable
A year ago you didn't like me cause I had no dough
Whoa, a black man on a mission, wishin
that your crazy ass would listen, hear bout what you been missin
I know you wanna do it, I know you wanna ride it, my pony
Get on me, bone me, act like you own me
Then I gotta feel your crazy ass out homie, what?

Chorus: Playa

Oooohhh, luv 2 luv ya, baby (repeat 4X)

[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
I love you baby, I love you baby what?
I still love you, say what say what?
Uhh, I love you baby, uh uh uh uh I love you baby
What? I love you baby
Tell me how much you love me

[Shaunte]
Tim, come over here and take my address
I undress in a black neglige like Faye Dunaway
Run your fingers through my hair and squeeze my nipples
Love the way you're talkin in my ear like that baby tickles
Later for uptown, no time to go downtown
I'm wild, since you see Club Clit, now take a look around
Dive in, my Billy Ocean, crazy drunk now
Quick to respond, when I cum just keep it there now
move over please, cause you're drivin me nuts
You went past my sugar-wall straight to my guts
I came you cum, you still do amaze me
One of the reasons why, I luv 2 luv ya baby

Chorus

[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Ahh, I love you baby love you baby
Ahh, uhh, I love you baby love you baby
Say what say what? I love you baby love you baby
Ha ha, Playa, sing

[Playa]
I love how you express yourself
Sho' nuff you can work that body
I know you can work that body
You go about it oh so well
Sho' nuff you can work that body
I know you can work that body (JD, JD, what?)
Girl I love it when you're next to me, come down
Wanna make sure that you know that (ha ha, ha ha ha!)
You're the best thing that I've received
And I wanna make sure that you know that (love you baby, love you baby)

Chorus 2X

[Timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Ahh, I love you, we all love you, ha ha
Whoo, aah, say what, say what say what, say what?
Say what? Say what say what?
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, that's how we do it
Right now, me and you in your nightgown
We doin this one time
For your sexy mind, all the ladies
All the ladies, all the ladies, I love you ladies

Ha, sing it to me
Ahhh, say what, say what say what, say what?
One time, one time, I'm out

(feat. Magoo, Static)

Timbaland:

To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
Cause it's a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those cut up leaves
Please... can I get a puff? What?
Please... can I get a puff? What?
With my wiatch
Pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat
You can go down
You can go down, go down
You can go down, girl I was just playing around
Now
Back to my focus
Y'all gonna be my soldiers
And I'm gonna be the bank broker
What?

Chorus:

All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah

Timbaland (behind the chorus):

Say what?
Ha ha, say what? Say what?
Like dat
Like dat
Like dat nigga
Say what?
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Magoo what?

Magoo:

You know we got plenty of smokin'
Open for pussy pokin'
Clown but we ain't jokin'
2 pound of weed token
Beep me at 12 noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin' a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was a juke joint
So you get two dimes
Cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke
So you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
Only toke two lies
Just to the two guys
No shake with my damn fries
Open your freakin' eyes
Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin was no surprise
I'm out with my true lies

Chorus

Timbaland (behind the chorus):

Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?

Static:

Playa's knockin, rockin
Hoes clockin, jockin
Yeah sweatin, gettin
Thugs threatin, beatin
Dice shootin, smokin
Hootie hootin, loukin
Gun, I got your token
Lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin, bumpin
Timb's speakers thumpin
Making your moves somethin
Rode, it would be jumpin
Hoe humpin, freakin
Hoes silly, leakin
Hook it up, weekend
All night freakin
Which trick I'm dickin
Hope she lickin
My Kentucky chicken
Damn this enough pickin
Just groupin, chillin
Ready able, willin
If they blunts, they fillin
Party people you dealin with another level

Chorus

Timbaland (behind chorus):

Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say what? Say what?
Ride it

Timbaland:

Ride it bitch
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Say what?
Yo babe, come her
Now let me get that (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Can you hear me? (Oooooh)
Can you feel me? (Oooooh)
Can you hear me? (Ooooh)
Can you feel me? (Ooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)
Get off baby (Ooooh)
(Oooooh)
Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)
Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)
(Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)
Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly
I want you to do me, do me

(feat. Magoo, Buddha Brothers)

[DJ Law]
Live and direct from the land of VA
It's Buddha radio, Buddha Brothers in your area
causin mass hysteria, your man cool DJ Law on the set
[Big B]
Aiyyo I'm Big B rollin and sparkin and kickin shoutouts
Gotta say whattup to Miss Missy out there
Big up to Magoo
Gotta say big up Nickie and Playa, all representin Vi. Beach
[DJ Law]
Word is bond, settin you up for the big breakdown
Buddha Brothers ain't no others now and forever
Yo this is that new joint from my man Timbaland
and son let me tell ya it's SMOKIN
Tim ya large boy!
Buddha radio peep it

[Timbaland]
What
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Ha ha, de de, de de, day
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Got da, ha ha, he he, hay
I got more women that Willy Wonka got choco-late
My pocket gets fatter than Jacob on twenty Ladders
All that matters is my rhyme style gets fatter
As the, jam, goes
Three years I waited, my rhyme style got constipated
It finally came in, F'd around and got debated
Glad I made it, out of the ghetto
My rhyme style is heavy, it comes out smooth, and kind of subtle
Whaaat??
Whaaat?? Kaiser back at you one mo' gen
Bringin to you all my friends
Baby girl, Aalyiah
Ginuwine, Magoo
Uhh, Nickie
Misdemeanor
Of course me
Ahh yeah
So right about now
You got to ease on back
Huh
I can't forget about Playa, one time
So you know what? Man
Me and Playa we gonna do this thing like
Yo baby, I want you to put on your dress
Cause I put on my suit
Hahahahaha
Ahhhhh

(feat. Magoo)

Uh
Uhh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I dont think they ready

Verse 1: Timbaland

Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka
I can rock the U.S. and all of Jamaica
I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle
When it's hot outside I eat popsicles
Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?
I'm throwin a house party and the stars at night
All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts
I'm gonna mingle a little and start to flirt
Baby, don't get an attitude
Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool
I ain't got no time for the silly game
Timb and Maganoo, I got all the game

Chorus:

Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high

Verse 2: Timbaland

Check it, let's take it to another level
One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
Check it, now I'm back to my basic rhythme
Check out ill ass flow I'm about to give him
I'm a make him dance and make em shake they ass
But not to slow and not to fast
Timbaland ain't got nuthin to prove
I done did five years and pay my due
I got my mine Big E and Big Rodney
Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on me
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But I got baking me some of that good french toast
Let me take it to another level, I'm the host
As I can get freaky, fre-freaky-fre-freaky
Ooooooh

Chorus 2X

Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (What?)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Da-da
Da-da
Da-da
Dah
Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (Check it out)

Repeat
I said----(Repeats verse one)

I flippin' on all y'all like dat
Know what I'm sayin
Now I got to be out
Two verses
The first verse repeats itself
Now dat, now dat you are peepin my style
Check it

Chorus 2X

(feat. Magoo)

Timbaland:
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Check it out

Verse 1: (?????)

This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland(VA)
See thats my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin bout cream
Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance
It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes
So what nigga

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything
else){Yeah}
{They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it

Verse 2: Magoo
Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha
Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown
Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (???)
But I got my life and Mary what's the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch
Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(They don't gotta do)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, baby)

Timbaland:

Hear dis beat
It's done by me
I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin
People always try to bite me yo
But they can't bit this one
Huh They might try
But you know what
You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me
Like that
Uh, Like that
Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that
Ginuwine, uh, like that
Aaliyah, Like that
Playa, Like that
Big Rob, Like that
Big E, Like that
Of course, my man M-A-G-OO
And me Timbaland
Jimmy D, we out for 97E
Can't forget my man Elliot
Only one
Check it out baby
The fight just begun we out

(feat. Magoo)

[Timbaland]
Whas happenin dude?
Whatchu thinkin about there?
What's goin on? Talk to me
I know you're thinkin
What? Must be a lot on your mind
Express yourself fool
Tell me what you thinkin about, nigga

[Magoo]
Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it together
With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open
Still got balls after vasectomies
My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss
My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up
I'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up
Butt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?
You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin
Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked, bamboozled
Led astray, til all our business on rent in late

Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustrated
I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated
Graduated, from PG now I'm X-Rated
Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it
Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person
See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin
Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?
Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivin
Surprisin realizin magnetisin
This rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizin
Got comments, put replies in
No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin
When I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm born
I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn
So to God I pray, I make it through this day
This must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day

Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

[Timbaland]
Bring it on it, freak it on it

[Magoo]
Child abused, as a child
Child Magoo, buck-wild
Wel-fare, met the cake
Too much sugar, in the Kool-Aid
Mis-fit, un-til
I fucked Jiil, on the hill
Look, out, heads, up
To the girls, let's buck
Like, night-shade, grows
Workin dope, mind, flows
But, please, I'm on hot
I cook, non-stop
Stick a pin, in some paper
Take notes, play ya later
Praise, God, he, made ya
No, man, but, praiser

Somewhere in your mind
When you think deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

(feat. Magoo)

[Timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
Dot-dot-dot da party ain't over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...

[Magoo]
I'ma kill you all, like O.J.
Diss Maganoo, for real you must pay
Listen to the way my rap flow delay
His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay
Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to VA, up side to Philly
Y'all be killin me, for real on the really
Recognize the P, when you see he
sport the Kangol with N-I-K-E
Break me off a piece of that, Kit-Kat
You do the horse and make your Gucci wet
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
Said real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?'
Don't you know I've been rappin on tracks
since back in the days when tapes was eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like Duran Duran
Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to your girl, hey what's yo' number
You and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber

[Timbaland]
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans
Not Peter Piper but, Peter Pan
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome
when the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's on
People already already feelin my groove
Now's the time for, me to show and prove
Now it's time to get back to my basic method
Record and play play play each segment

*chorus*
Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hah
Do you know what that means?
It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop
(repeat 2X)
Aight?

[Magoo]
When it come to flows you best to re-up
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain
My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane
Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me I'm Chico undercover at the Nico
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo
In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino
Star in Casino, to a veterino
Not Italia-no, but still gambino
Most of y'all rappers can't do your part
I'ma finish up what you all can't start
Got no heart I thought on your LP
I'm on your radio and on your TV

*chorus* 2X

(feat. Magoo)

Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
Hahahah
Do you hear my voice, ladies?
Ladies? Hah
See I don't disrespect no woman
As long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?
I would never call a girl, that B word
Never call you no hoe
All I wanna do is lick on your toe
And, pull off your, tight Girbauds
Ahhhhhhh, huh
Ahhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?
I already got mine
How bout you pour yourself some
Know what I'm sayin?
Alright, like my boyz 112 said
Only you baby
You know what I'm sayin?
But enough for the humpin
Say what say what?
I'm out

(feat. Magoo, Aaliyah, Missy)

[Aaliyah and missy: bridge]
Say what
you look good
(say it two times)
you look good good
(say it three times)
you look good good good
(say it four times)
oh oh oh oh good

[verse 1]
I,I, like the way, way you get down, down
(thats the way I like it)
you're the kinda guy
that makes my feel proud
don't have to show you're the boy ,oh
I, i, like you the way that you are

[chorus]
I like my man undercover
smooth dark brotha
fly to the bone
you don't need no fly jeep
to come and scoop me
you can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
a man undercover
smooth black brotha
fly to the bone
don't need no Gucci sweater
to make you look better
you can wear what you own

I, I, love, love the way that you smile, smile
you, you the type of guy
that got his own style
all I want to do is be with you
you, you got me feelin
the way that I do

chorus

bridge

[timbaland]
we be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep)
listenin to this phat L P (L B)
lets cruise around the town (the town)
I'm diggin you are you diggin me
Let's hop on my Harley Dave (Harley Dave)
it cost about 20K (20K)
what it takes me to persuade (persuade)
turn ten night in to day (to day)
I never seen a girl (a girl)
who hypnotize like you (like you)
who walk just like you (like you)
who talk just like you (like you)
I wanna be your lover (your lover)
that I'll type brotha (brotha)
baby girl baby girl (baby girl)
we can keep it undercover

chorus 1.5x

(feat. Magoo, Ginuwine, Playa)

[Timbaland]
Sup party people? Huh
How y'all doin?
Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track, haha
Let my man Ginuwine bring it in, like this, uhh

[Ginuwine]
I know I sound bold
(what's your favorite position?)
Not every player's cold, nooo baby
(that's a superstition)
I'd like to take a hold, of you, baby
(ask me for permission)
I won't even tell a soul, ohhh
(once you feign submission)
We'll go on an Isley track, yeahh yeah
(would you like that production)
and I will massage your back, baby girl
(that's called my seduction)
I'm headed down this life, soon
(listen up my instruction)
Baby you need to relax, sit back [sit back]
Cause I wanna bring you joy, joyyyyy baby
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Every day, and every night, joyyy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
Yeahh joyyy, c'mon, I wanna give you joy baby
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Joyy, c'mon, joyyy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)

I'll say it's lost when you're fast girl
(you can't have your perfection)
C'mon now girl, baby don't close your eyees ladyyy
(cause you see my reflection)
And even though I knowww your shineee
(make no signs of reflection)
I see that you're willing to tryyyy
(you're headed in my direction)
I wanna bring you joyy, joy joy joy joy joy joy joy
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
You hear me baby, I wanna bring you joy, joyyhoyyyjoy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
[Hah, oooohhhh, like that, hella joy, I got plenty joy]
In the morning, joy, joyyyyy, joy
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Joyyy, joy joy, hah
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
[Uhh, uhh uhh]

Out of all my candy coated cooters, you my Almond Joy
You can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a Freakazoid
I can't fight the feelin cause the feelin got me fightin fast
Gimme twenty minutes, I'ma be to see that ass
Cause after the last time, we started fightin fire
You be my Queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your supplier
This ain't no carbon copy hoe this is the real thang
Young mack, on the attack, girl you can't complain

It's gonna be (it's gonna be)
Beeee (be be be be be be be be so live)
*repeat 4X*

(singers provide "joy... JOY, JOY, JOY" chorus to end)
Joy, joy, joy
All about joy to you
Ohh, joy, joy in the morning
In the evening, joy
Late in the midnight hour, joy
Joy, joyyohhhohhyjoy
Ayyayayyyyayy, joy
Oahahhahahahahah, ahahahahahaha, joy
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Joyy, joyyyyy
Joyyyy all the time y'all, joy
Joyy, joyy
Joyyyyy that you can feel
Joyy, joyy
All that we even need is joy y'all
Joyy, joyy
Just a little bit, just a little bit
of joyy, joyy *fades*

(feat. Magoo, Missy)

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps

Verse 1: Magoo

Mag and double-ooh came to move your body
M-C old school like Lodi Dodi
When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie
Dance till you can't and shake your cookie
People to the left like Mag to def
People to the right need to clean your breath
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese
We the best on the scene since the three degrees
Aachoo sneeze
Cool like the breeze
Me and Timbaland two Master P's
I hope you bout it
Cause I been bout it
South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)
Driven in my '89 Mercury
Record label don't you try to carry me
Got some of that project in me
Get dem flashback, you besta all flee

Verse 2: Timbaland

I'm the dope producer in the industry
I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats
Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef
But you must pay me producers fee
I am the man with the ill ass sound
I got all the execs saying I love that sound
Timbaland was next on the agenda
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter
Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a year times G
I thank god for blessing me
I give all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C
This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie
Boogie, woogie, woogie
Oogie, oogie, oogie

Verse 3: Missy

M-C's mad at me
But you better get back
I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat
Tiggy-tigga-tat
Lay me flat on my back
In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat
You heard that
Have it, give it to me daddy
Cut it like confetti
I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready
You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin
Timbaland my man, chica my man
Beep beep
In the caravan, there go my man
Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?
Is it pissed
I make a list, of those who diss
Who try to be me cause my style sickening
He-huh
Yeah and my phone's ringing
Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm
Gone

Chorus:

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)

Verse 4: Magoo

Verse number two
Two verse rhyme
When I get greens, I gets a dime
Peace to god, my neice, to Mario
Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario
Huckle Berry Finn
I'm country and I'm thin
They make rock eat and buy my black Benz
Hook it up with tens with candy coat
Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke
Smell like butter
Salt n' Pepa push me
How to be a player squeezin on your tushy
Mag in a row of all wannabee's
When Wimbledon drank all the teas
Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney
See another Rain, unless you know Missy
Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me

Verse 5: Timbaland

Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar
On this track Maganoo's the star
One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar
I listen to his tape driving in my car
Now let me get back into the groove
Tap the person standing next to you
Tell him or she to move side to side
And tell them to keep the party live to live

Verse 6: Missy

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me
Got to move my knees straight down to my feet
Down to my hands, clap, clap
Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie my flow
Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go
Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe
Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know

Chorus