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[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 same magic 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 neck and wrist all glossy 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, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh) 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) |
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