*featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
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[Timbaland]
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Another one
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[Playa]
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[1] - Here we go so wave your hands
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For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
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We gon' show you how to party right
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So pass the UHH and get the hype
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Alright, we gon' party tonight
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[Magoo]
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If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life
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If you're having a baby, then make her your wife
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If you're up in the club where the dub
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It's like a bank sell to the highest bid
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Put the cash in your bank
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Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
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Then fish but please honey child, don't kiss
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All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club
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Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub
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I'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a job
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Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
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I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever
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Go downtown, "Well I never"
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[Timbaland]
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Uh, uh
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Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
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Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
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We gon' party, until the sun comes up
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Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
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Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'
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There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)
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She said this, and he said that
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And he said that Timbaland can't rap
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But I don't care because I make dope tracks
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I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that
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Timbaland, where you live at?
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VA baby, believe dat
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[Missy]
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Aiyyo, aiyyo
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Now I'm rich, I once was poor
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If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
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I grease my hair and it still won't grow
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If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
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Out the back for touchin' my back
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For trying to jack every Timbaland track
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Maganoo, where you was?
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They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs
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Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good
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So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"
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I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie
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Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies
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[Repeat 1]
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[Repeat 1]
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[Magoo]
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He he
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Girl, when the bar open up five rum
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Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some
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9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak
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Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak
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Don't gotta floss, all girls know they name
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Only near, chillin' in the club, no game
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Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese
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When the club close got his girl on her knees
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Oh man please, learn the two degrees
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Degree number one, keep your hon off trees
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Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you
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Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do
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[Timbaland]
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Uh huh
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Tricks - is what I got in my bag
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Hits - is what I make out the lab
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Ritz - is the crackers that I eat
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Bitch - is what a man don't need
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Rubber - shows I'm a careful lover
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Stutter - is what I do in trouble, what?
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[Missy]
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My man, Timbaland
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He make beats for the streets
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See, me and Maganoo
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In the back rollin' trees
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Gettin' high off the phone
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Tell a nigga what chu want, HEY!
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[Missy]
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Now, I'm in the S-L-K
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I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
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Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
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So when I say stay, them bitches stay
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Oh by the way
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Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance
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[Repeat 1]
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[Repeat 1]
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[Playa (Aaliyah)]
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Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
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Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
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Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
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Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
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Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea)
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Here We Come
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Timbaland & Magoo |