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Timbaland - Writtin' Rhymes lyrics
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 |
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