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Timbaland, / Timbaland.

 

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1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40

Drop

Fat man scoop, crooklyn clan
Timbaland, timbaland
Fat man scoop, crooklyn clan
Timbaland, timbaland
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Yall too, yall too, yall too, yall too

[timbaland]
Awww lord guess whos coming
Timbaland a.k.a freaky phil drummond
Who can get it crunk like me timbaland
Oh my nigga scoop a.k.a fat man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (oh) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl dont be bashfull girl back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting nigga slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club
Cantt wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Cant wait to freak one of the big old butts
Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to

[fatman scoop 2x]
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Breathe in breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop

[fatman scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop

[magoo]
Get your freak on at club(? )
We aint put the album out niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping yeah hoe mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (? ) a white girl
I aint turbo rocking a damn curl
Watch mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah nigga with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You dont want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance
Now stop for big pun stop for big pun
Drop for big l drop for big l

[fatman scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop

[magoo]
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the cadillac
Mag is chilling tim is chilling
When I get up in this club Im making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with stacey dash
I aint cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
Im in the club pulling hoes with timmy

[timbaland]
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along nigga holla back

[fatman scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Bend over bend over bend over bend over bend over bend over

 

Feel It

[timbaland]
What? can yall 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)
Virginias tight thats why they gotta keep a curfew (echo curfew)
Its time to get something to eat
Oh snap, theres 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
Its time to change my style, my rythym, my ism, my prism, my beat manurism
Gee, wheres 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 labels 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, Im on my last verse (echo last verse)
As you can see I did not curse (echo did not curse)
Im 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 dont hesitate, dont 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

 

Here We Come

[Timbaland]
Another one

[Playa]
1 - Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pass the UHH and get the hype
Alright, we gon' party tonight

[Magoo]
If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish but please honey child, don't kiss
All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club
Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub
I'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a job
Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever
Go downtown, "Well I never"

[Timbaland]
Uh, uh
Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)
She said this, and he said that
And he said that Timbaland can't rap
But I don't care because I make dope tracks
I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that
Timbaland, where you live at?
VA baby, believe dat

[Missy]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Now I'm rich, I once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
Out the back for touchin' my back
For trying to jack every Timbaland track
Maganoo, where you was?
They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs
Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good
So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"
I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie
Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[Magoo]
He he
Girl, when the bar open up five rum
Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some
9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak
Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak
Don't gotta floss, all girls know they name
Only near, chillin' in the club, no game
Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese
When the club close got his girl on her knees
Oh man please, learn the two degrees
Degree number one, keep your hon off trees
Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do

[Timbaland]
Uh huh
Tricks - is what I got in my bag
Hits - is what I make out the lab
Ritz - is the crackers that I eat
Bitch - is what a man don't need
Rubber - shows I'm a careful lover
Stutter - is what I do in trouble, what?

[Missy]
My man, Timbaland
He make beats for the streets
See, me and Maganoo
In the back rollin' trees
Gettin' high off the phone
Tell a nigga what chu want, HEY!

[Missy]
Now, I'm in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches stay
Oh by the way
Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[Playa (Aaliyah)]
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)
Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea)

 

I Am Music

[verse 1: timbaland]
Ill be with you on your way to work
When your car turns on, youll probably hear me
You cant run your car without me (without me)
Want a deal, costs you a hundred gs
I am, I am

[chorus: static]
I am music
Im melodies and harmonies
Stereo and mono
On the radio, the radio
I said I am music
Im simply dope beats
Intros and drum rolls
On the radio, the radio

[verse 2: static]
Ill meet you at a summer jam
Im with you pm or am
Ill work out with you when youre at the gym
And when you clean the house, Ill be in the den
Cuz I am

[chorus 2: static & timbaland]
I am music
Melodies, harmonies
Mono, stereo, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am music
Simply dope beats
Tempos, drum rolls, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[verse 3: aaliyah]
You may find me at a shopping mall
Im not buying but Ill be for sale
Ill be a feeling when your talent shows
Might even hear me at a restaurant
Cuz I am

[repeat chorus 2]

[guitar interlude]

[repeat chorus 2]

 

I Get It On

Whats up jack?

[lil man]
This goes out, uh huh
It goes out, uh huh
To all the b-biters, huh? what?
Timbaland got something to say yall
Check him out
This is the lil man speaking right now
Yo, timbaland, kick it

[timb]
If its money to be made, I guess Im the printer
If its ice to be rocked, I guess Im the winner
You know my crew, ginuwine, not the pretender
One in a million like aaliyah
Burn like gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares everywhere
Cris like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who wanna mo
Catch me in the studio, what? doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, Ill hook you up with joint thats mean
>from new york, va to cali, all points in between

Timbo I even bowed it down in no
And every corner that I flow
You know I get it on
Timbo, I even bowed it down in no
And every corner that I flow
I get it on

[lil man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out (um hmm)

[timb]
Im the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
Either niggas vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop when I came in the do (what? )
Missy went platinum then I came in some mo (what? )
Aaliyah, then ginuwine, mag and two os (uh huh)
Outside production on coko and total
Fugitive wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to kill
Timbaland nigga, and Im ill
Dont believe me? take the back of your hand and feel

Im burnin up, yo, cant stop my flow
Im burnin up, yall cant stop my dough
Im burnin up, up top and down south they know
When it come to these beats I dont play, yo
I get it on

[lil man]
Can I get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out, yeah (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out (um hmm)
Now shes gon point em out, check it

[bassey]
I come sweeter than a two seater benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin on friends
It never ends, expensive indeed
Without the cs, lavish habits love the carats
Niggas with mad weaves
Spendin money aint nuthin
Niggas who style frontin
And then pretend ya gettin old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond district
Platinum rolexs with the chips in it
Mmoney to burn, nigga when will you learn
Its automatic, now I realize I gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch
Theres a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit
Check the whip, Im banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin at the show saying basseys a hit
I got the gift and niggas know Im ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

[timb & lil man]
And I told yall we wont miss, what?

[lil man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out (um hmm)
Point em out, what?

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out, yeah (um hmm)

Can I get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point em out nigga (um hmm)
Now point em out, what?

Now lets ride, yeah boo

Yo, timbaland
People dont understand how you do these beats, yo
Ha, even I dont understand
You know people always tryin to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I aint mad at cha
Play on playa

 

In Time

[timbaland]
Ah - cmon, ah
You would not believe - cmon, ah
Whats goin down right now - cmon, ah
Holla!! cmon ah
You would not believe - cmon, ah
Whats about to go down right now - cmon, ah
Holla, cmon..

Guess whos back its your favorite man
Thomas crown, a.k.a. (freaky) timbaland
I keep em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Hon - whatchu know about this guy?
Ive been hittin girls back since "cooley high"
Groovy right, whatchall girls doin tonight?
Bumble bee lets hum right on this flight

[ms. jade]
Hum on a flight? nigga you fraid of heights
Ms. jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
You heard me black? squeaky-ass cadillacs
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got franklin on the mind, shit I aint gon front
Im a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?

[chorus: timbaland]
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you-oooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to spend on you, in time

[magoo]
Ill be yo penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillin
What more can I say? top billin
Niggaz got the feelin Im wack and I fell off
Said bird is the word is charmin and mags off?
Dont yall see I aint new to this game?
Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame
But I get em for they cash, smokin up all they hash
Treat em like garbage, leavin em in the trash

[ms. jade]
Mag I wreckon you right, but its my fuckin night
X-5, bing truck, high as a kite
Powder be white, ms. jade, powerful bite
Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nuts and want for nada, I aint bluffin
See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back

[chorus]

[mad skillz]
Uh, cmon ma, I seen you starin when I hit the door
You aint gotta front boo, I know that shit aint yours
Im like big out the maximas and acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin up!
.. and that shits fosho
What I really wanna say is, "getcha coat, lets go"
You seen the whips outside, the fly ones mine
Im with tim and mag, dont lie, take your time

[ms. jade]
Lie for what? never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
And flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you aint know? Im a female pimp
King kong trips, ridin all the latest whips
With a corona in the holder Im the latest bitch
Yup - you could call me the greatest wench
Yup - when you fuck with the greatest clique

[chorus - repeat 2x]

 

Indian Carpet

[timbaland]
Yo (yo), yo, ay yo
Timabalands flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man, woman and innocent child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when its
The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but I done that
Its time to change, get more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man timbaland
Five mexican bitches scopin us
Belly dancin, sayin "hell, hes handsome" in spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire, totin opium
Higher than I ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like

[chorus: static]
Lets get em started
While they dance on, indian carpet
Cmon, uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on, indian carpet
Cmon, uh
Lets get em started
While they dance on, indian carpet

[timbaland]
Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child
T.v. playin like the poltergeist, must been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it
Could it be the son of christ, I decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful calls
And I swore I heard a voice say:
Its yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment
And the glance callin like

[chorus]

[magoo]
Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose
When you was eatin collard greens I was eatin these dreams
I stepped in dog shit and bit skid row twice
Only ice I had put it in my orange slice
What you know about livin in a jail when it aint no bars
Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea
A third-degree charge when it aint no crime
Twenty-six years old and I got more time
Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay
Low rent for your mom, gotta get away
Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto
Im tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat
Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth
Im superman, I can spit from any phone booth
You and your cold ass crew do what you do
Just remember mag never feel good, I am the flu

[chorus]

 

Intro

Lets Go, Uh Uh Yeah
Yes Indeed Ladiez N Gentlemen
By All Means
From New York
The Biggest Drastik
Bald Headed King
Dj EEEEEEESSS - NS
Trip My Man
Timbaland
Magoo
Another Funk Stacey Joint
Word Up
C'Mon
Yeah Uh Uh
Uh Uh
New York New York C'mon
ATL Durty South C'mon
L A Cats C'Mon, D C Cats C'Mon
East Coast West Coast
SNS C'Mon

Tim Rpt 2x

Who Keep Ya Jumpin
Who Keep Ya Heads Bangin In All Those Party's
Who Keep Ya Droppin Them Bows

Is Me Yall(rpt3x)
Dj SNS Ya'll
it's Me Ya'll
Its Mag N U Ya'll
Its Its Us Ya'll
Pricky Pricky

 

John Blaze

[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 cant, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) Im so amazed/(Im so amazed)
Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Could it be (uh-huh), youre john blaze/(john blaze)
Youre 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
Youre john blaze (say what? ) youre john blaze (yo, yo yo)
Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy Ive lost my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (you sure was number one to me -- you john blaze)
In every way (ehehehe)
Youre john blaze/(john blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)

Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) Im sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do you know, what Im talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)
Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way
All I know (uh-huh), is youre john blaze (youre john blaze)
Youre john blaze (youre 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) youre john blaze
(yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo youre john)
Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what? )
You look so fine (you sure was number one to me -- youre john blaze)
In every way (say what? )
You look john blaze (yo, yo) john blaze

[missy + aaliyah]
I dont what it is, its somethin bout you
Got 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 dont what it is, ehehe, its somethin bout you
Got 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, youre john blaze
Boy you blowin my mind
You look so fine, so fine
In every way, ooh yeahahehahh
You look john blaze, john blaze

 

Joy

[timbaland]
Sup party people? huh
How yall 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
(whats your favorite position? )
Not every players cold, nooo baby
(thats a superstition)
Id like to take a hold, of you, baby
(ask me for permission)
I wont even tell a soul, ohhh
(once you feign submission)
Well go on an isley track, yeahh yeah
(would you like that production)
And I will massage your back, baby girl
(thats called my seduction)
Im 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, cmon, I wanna give you joy baby
(joy.... joy, joy, joy)
Joyy, cmon, joyyy
(joy, joyyyyyy joy)

Ill say its lost when youre fast girl
(you cant have your perfection)
Cmon now girl, baby dont close your eyees ladyyy
(cause you see my reflection)
And even though I knowww your shineee
(make no signs of reflection)
I see that youre willing to tryyyy
(youre 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, Im a freakazoid
I cant fight the feelin cause the feelin got me fightin fast
Gimme twenty minutes, ima be to see that ass
Cause after the last time, we started fightin fire
You be my queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, Ill be your supplier
This aint no carbon copy hoe this is the real thang
Young mack, on the attack, girl you cant complain

Its gonna be (its 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 yall, joy
Joyy, joyy
Joyyyyy that you can feel
Joyy, joyy
All that we even need is joy yall
Joyy, joyy
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Of joyy, joyy *fades*

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