Timbaland - Şarkı Sözleri

Fuck around with a nigga and end up on top of you
Dil kehta hai zindagi hai tu
You weren't the first, best believe fo' sho' there's been a few
Come on mag`n oo because I'm feeling you
Aaja soniye pura kurta hoo! oh!

I *** my eyes on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that are the truth (tu mera raja)
I love your Indian flute (mera raja)
Oh da da do da da do da do (sing it to me)
Jab se hamara milan tha (sing it to me)
Tabh se hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)
Zara sa choom loo toh kya (but I can't understand a word you're saying)

Tere baho mein abh jaa le awoo
Go slow and I'll direct you're every move like a young Benny Boom
after beatin' up your womb
No need to put on perfume, baby girl you leaving soon
Kabhi mere pass oh jaan-e-aaja
Nobody ***ta know your thong was maroon
Teri huna
You know, after creepin' out my room
Tu hi mera
Just so your man don't assume (sing it to him)
Jabhise hamara milan tha (sing it to him)
Tabhise hum dono deewana (sing it to him)
Tabhi toh hum masti me kho ja
Zara choom loo to kya hua

I *** my eyes on you (mera raja)
Baby let me tell you that are the truth (tu mera raja)
I love your Indian flute (mera raja)
Oh da da do da da do da do (sing it to me)
Jab se hamara milan tha (sing it to me)
Tabh se hamara pyar hua (sing it to me)
Zara sa choom loo toh kya (but I can't understand a word you're saying)

Timbaland - John Blaze

"John Blaze"
(feat. Aaliyah, Missy)

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
Uhh.. uhh
Uhh, yo yo
John Blaze, John Blaze
Uhh, uh-huh
Uhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yo
John Blaze, ehehehe

[Aaliyah + (Missy)]
Why can't, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) I'm so amazed&(I'm so amazed)
Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Could it be (uh-huh), you're John Blaze&(John Blaze)
You're John Blaze (uh-huh)

Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah
You're John Blaze (say what?) You're John Blaze (yo, yo yo)
Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I've lost my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way (ehehehe)
You're John Blaze&(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)

Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I'm sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do you know, what I'm talkin bout, no doubt&(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)
Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way
All I know (uh-huh), is you're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)

You're John Blaze (you're John Blaze)

Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you John Blaze)
In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah
You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You're John Blaze
(yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you're John)
Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me -- you're John Blaze)
In every way (say what?)
You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze

[Missy + Aaliyah]
I don't what it is, it's somethin bout you
*** me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze
You bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
Nigga say what?
I don't what it is, ehehe, it's somethin bout you
*** me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze
You crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
Nigga ehehehe, yeah

[Aaliyah]
Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mind
You look so fine
In every way, every way
You look John Blaze, you're John Blaze
Boy you blowin my mind
You look so fine, so fine
In every way, ooh yeahahehahh
You look John Blaze, John Blaze

Timbaland - Keep It Real

"Keep It Real"
(feat. Ginuwine)

[Timbaland]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh, uh, uh uh
(oogie oogie overlaps)
Ginuwine

[Ginuwine - Verse One]
You can't fool me girl
I know you well
What's on your mind
It ain't hard to tell
Don't leave me now
Don't play wit' me
You think I'm blind
But baby I can see

I saw your eyes, from across the room
You was checkin' me out, and I was scopin' you too

Don't say I'm wrong (what)
Don't mind those eyes
I'ma call your bluff
So baby tell me why

[Ginuwine (Timbaland) - CHORUS]
Tell me standing here (tell me baby am I gettin' on your nerves)
Baby keep it real (why don't you tell me how you feel)
Tell me what's on your mind (tell me am I wasting my time)
I ***ta know, baby let me know
[repeat x2]

[Ginuwine - Verse Two]
Could you have told me girl
Is what I said
You can tell the truth
I'm all in your hand
And what's wrong wit' that
Are you ashamed of me?
You can fool your girls
But you can't fool G

I saw your eyes, from across the room
You was checkin' me out, I was scopin' you too

Oh I'll turn and walk away
If you deny (I)
But before I go
Could you tell me why

[Repeat CHORUS x2]

[Timbaland]
Baby baby
Baby baby
What's yo name
What's yo name
How bout you
How bout you
Come play our game
Come play our game
It's me and Ginuwine
It's me and Ginuwine
A new day and time
A new day and time
C'mon baby
C'mon baby
Wha wah wha
Wha wah wha

[Repeat CHORUS x 3]

Timbaland - Kill Yourself

Get Out, You Can't Be In Here, You Have To Get Out.
I Implore You, Please?.. Please?..
You All Going To Die Down Here...

It's Life Or Death, Either One,
The King Is Back, Take Heat And Run,
I Piss And Take A Shit On Ur Beef For Fun,
I Killed The Game, I Aint Even Used A Gun,
Who Better Than Me? Don't Make Me Laugh,
I Run This Shit,They Just Chase My Ass,
I Aint Talkin Shit Nigga, Just Tellin The Facts,
I Think All The Tracks Im Hearin From Niggas Is Whack,
I Be Hearin These Niggas,
What They Say In They Rhymes,
I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine,
I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks,
U Disagree Homie Then Go On And Jump,
U Can Bump Ur Gum,
U Can Say What U Want,
Thats All U Gon Do Cuz Yall Niggas Is Punks,
Im Number One, U Aint Nuthin' But Shit,
When They Need A Hit Im Who They Gon' And Get,
Talk To Me...

If You *** Love For Me I *** Love For You,
If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,
We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,
Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,
Gon' Head
Kill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill Yourself
Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
Kill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,

Im Tired Of Niggas, Niggas Is Tired,
U Aint A G, I See Bitch In Ur Eyes,
If U Close To Me, U Suposed To Be,
But Most Of U Rap Niggas Is Hoes To Me,
Wherever U From, The Question I Ask,

Is Do U Think I Give A Fuck, Riddle Me That,
Cuz In My Hood And U Jump Into Hell And Back,
This Industry Shit, To Hell Wit That,
I Seen Em Come, I Seen Em Go,
I Doubt If U Can Show Me Sum'in I Aint Seen Before,
Who Suposed To Be In Charge? I Need To Know,
When I Shake Ur Hand Ima Step On Ur Toe,
Go Getcha Gun, Go Getcha Click,
Imma Be Rite Here Chillin Wit Yo Bitch,
U Mad At Me? Cuz Im Gettin Rich,
Well Put The Pistol To Ur Head And Empty The Clip, Pop Nigga!

If You *** Love For Me I *** Love For You,
If You Wont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wichu,
We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,
Nigga If U Dont Fuck Wit Me I Wont Fuck Wit U,
Gon' Head
Kill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill Yourself
Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
Kill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,

See My Heart, Feel My Pain
Some Of Dese Stars, Some Is Lames,
How They Follow Little Trends To Get They Fame,
I Aint Snappin My Damn Fingers To Get In The Game,
U Claim U Rich, Show Me Son,
If U *** So Many Dollas Then Loan Me One,
Fools Think They Killas They Own A Gun,
When U No U Bout As Sweet As A Honey Bun,
Trash Ur Broads, Behind A Bar,
Like U Dat Dude Frontin Hard,
Vip Bands Dont Make U A Star,
Like We Really Still Dont No Who The Fuck U Are,
Dont Talk Behind My Back Just Call Me Nigga,
Move My Heart To The Side
Make Room To Forgive Ya
If U Still Wanna Hang, We'll Come To Get Ya,
Put The Rope Around Ur Neck And Jump My Nigga!

Your All Going To Die Down Here...
Get Out Get Out You Cant Be In Here...

Timbaland - Leavin

Oh, Uh, Uh, Let's go, Uh, Uh

[Timbaland]
Hey yall, it's Timbaland with the jump off
I only *** forty eight hours before my plane takes off
I *** this girl ready to give me some face off
I think I need seven just to make the playoff
But I ain't gonna hit tonight, I'ma leave a good impression before I catch my flight (come on)
How I'm wrong when you ain't right?
When your dumbass will be right on my flight (stupid)
There goes my shenanigans, laugh with me
There ain't no need for panicking
Chill out, you on a private plane
Just lay your head back to this kirkle bang
Eat some peanuts, sip on some champagne
Your fly mileage go up as you give me brain
This is what Thomas do, piss on my mark then I get back to you

[x2]
Cause I'm leaving on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Why don't you just call up all your friends
And let's get something started

[Attitude]
I'm only in town for two days, two nights only
I'm hoping that you wanna spend these two nights on me
I like your home girls you like my homies
We ain't really tryna spend these two night lonely
Shawty, really ain't much I'm asking for
A little conversation, a nice piece of ass to go
I like penetration, how you like it fast or slow?
Only a hip, nobody has to know
She looking at me, weighing up her options

She ready to leave, and go get it poppinWhat could be the fact that I *** there
Drop top Benz or that single in the top 10?
I dunno but whatever it is ***ta::crunk
She grabbing her liquor, coming out of Prada
I told her I'ma pimp it, I ain't coming out a dollar
Let's go! I'm leaving gonna be out of here tomorrow

[x2]
Cause I'm leaving on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Why don't you just call up all your friends
And let's get something started

[Magoo]
Girl you lookin' right in those jeans
You been eating colligreens?
That's obscene, your man don't help you make beans?
You have a house, 2 kids, and he working
There's rumors, he and your best friend been flirting
But I ain't tryna fuck you tonight
Your ass big, but your face hmmmm that look alright
I tell you what, I'ma make an exception
Clothes off, that's the truth
Clothes on is deception
Aw, yea, a macilent conception
Front or the back, hit in any direction
And baby you the cause of my erection
Stop at Wal-Greens I'ma buy some protection
Fuck that, go and put it in my face girl
I really have a need to give you face girl
You said you dreamed if sex with a star
Make up your mind, Oo be on a jet tomorrow

[x2]
Cause I'm leaving on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Why don't you just call up all your friends
And let's get something started

Timbaland - Lobster & Scrimp

"Lobster & Scrimp"
(feat. Jay-Z)

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh... yo!
Yi-yea, yeah
Yo Timbaland, wh-where Missy at?
(Ha ha, right here Dawg) Geyeah
Uh-huh uh-huh uh
Uh-huh, yaknahmean? (Yeah)
Lobster shrimp nigga, I'm a pimp nigga
Feel the game that I spit.. lobster shrimp nigga

Yeah, c'mon
From the gutter to the rich
From holes in my clothes to the most butter shit
How's life, what a bitch
Now I rock ice for the fuck of it
Your wife love my shit, know who you fuckin with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never *** no play
Now these bitches wanna give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed
I need privacy I pull up the back shade
Initials on the headrest, it's official
Style so sick I need bedrest, nigga I *** issues
(Say what?) I hate fake bitches, "you ***ta wait" bitches
"I don't know you, I don't fuck on the first date" bitches
(Is that right?) Hot shot niggaz, talk to the cop niggaz
"Money, that's my girl," cock block niggaz
See you in the club, and scheme on your watch niggaz
Talk a lot of shit with, no Glock niggaz
It's Jigga baby, let it be known
I'm the king, I could never be dethroned
Thank God

Uh-huh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yo
Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)
Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)
Yo, ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all, what?

Call me, fitty plus, niggaz envious
Drop top, Jigga, leave em in the dust
You *** a lot of crew, do any of em bust?
Hell no, Jigga off the hook, "Hello!"
They call me poppy seed, this is hot to me
I *** this lock and key, I *** cities Under ***ge
When I'm in L.A. the six-four is ill
When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille
When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through
with the all black Ninja with the sock over my shoe
Mami screamin, "Papi chu', who keeps stoppin you?"
And I'm screamin, "Not a cat, Money holla back"
It ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game
but y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz
It's about to get hot mami, Who You Wit? "Jigga!"

[1] - Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)
Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)
Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Is you a pimp nigga? (Yes I'm a pimp nigga)
Well spit the game nigga (Lobster and shrimp nigga)
Ain't nuttin changed nigga, you know the name Jigga
And I came to put it down for y'all

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hear Timbo' on the CB, need some info
Your chick is with you Dawg?

[Timbaland] ***ta be, 10-4
I'm in the 5-speed now so I shift to fo
[Jay-Z] Mash my foot on the gas til it hit the floor
[Timbo] Tires left skid marks, whoa
[Jay-Z] Shit's about to start
[Timbo] How we *** there?
[Jay-Z] Snatched the case of Crist' up out the car
Can you stand the rain cause it's pourin now
[Timbo] I hope she likes porno flicks cause she starrin now!
[Jay-Z] If the answer is no, she speakin foreign now
[Timbo] Just let a brotha know, I turn my car around
[Jay-Z] Freak or freeze, if the answer really is no
Girl I leave so fast you can speak to my breeze
She said, "You're stressin me now,"
Said, "No No No," then, "Yea yea yea" like she Destiny's Child
[BOTH] We about to cook
[Jay-Z] with no recipe now -- to the mornin, then
[BOTH] LET'S BE OUT!

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Timbaland]
That's how we do it y'all
Timbaland, Jay-Z
Two pimps
Two pimps
Two pimps baby
Put it down
Don't you like that?
We like to do it like that
We like to ride these tracks
Uhh, you don't think we two pimps?
Huh, holla back
You know what? Tell you somethin like this
With the Ferraris and Jaguars, switchin four lanes
Ha ha, money ain't a thang
Ha ha, I *** no thangs you know what I'm sayin?
You know why? Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we ***ta be out let it ride like this
Bounce

Timbaland - Miscommunication

"Miscommunication"
(feat. Keri Hilson, Sebastian)

[Timbaland:]
Oh! Two step. Oh!
Let me talk to you girl

[Keri:]
What?

[Timbaland:]
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M.I.A. every single time

The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me

[Keri:]
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?

I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me, you're killing you're killing me
and I
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do

I cannot escape
no matter what I do
can't get away from you, oh
call me everyday
and that there ain't never cool
getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
you were looking sad and lonely, oh
but that's all it was
just put you in the game
and here you go complaininwhat's up with you?

I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me your killing you're killing me
and i
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do

[Sebastian:]
like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner
don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh
how you hard to be reached
I can put you where you hard to be reached
black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,
this your own private beach, haha
and when it comes to sex,
just a little bit of love and little bit of that
maybe push it back where your ribs is at
share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, haha
I'm just jokin' of course,
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course
if you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
if you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy

Timbaland - Morning After Dark (ft. Soshy & Nelly Furtado)