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Òåêñòû ïåñåí Timbaland, ñëîâà ïåñåí áåñïëàòíî (÷àñòü 3)

Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè òåêñòû ïåñåí Timbaland, ñëîâà ïåñåí áåñïëàòíî.

 

Òåêñòû ïåñåí:

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

Keep it Real

Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh (now what? )
Uh huh-ah huh, uh huh-ah huh
Uh huh-ah huh . . . ginuwine
(oogie oogie and cheering overlap)

[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
Though 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 batt those eyes (huh? )
I’ma call your bluff (uh-huh)
So baby tell me why(i-i)
[chorus x 2]

[ginuwine (timbaland) - chorus]
Tell me why you’re standing here (tell me am I gettin’ on your nerves? )
Baby can you keep it real? (why don’t you tell me how you feel? )
Tell me what is on your mind (tell me am I wastin’ my time? )
I’ve gotta know, baby let me know . . .{people yelling

[ginuwine - verse two]
Could you answer me girl?
Answer what I said (what? )
You can tell the truth
I’m all in your head, there (yeah)
And what’s wrong wit’ that? (uh-huh)
Are you ashamed of me? (uh? )
Ah-you can fool your girls (uh? )
But you can’t fool g (say? )

I saw your eyes (what? )
From across the room (uh-huh)
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 x 3]

[timbaland]
Hey big baby
Hey big baby
Wha’s yo name?
Wha’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
Uh-huh baby
C’mon baby
Wha wah why?
Wha wah why?

Tell me why you’re standing here (tell me am I gettin’ on your nerves? )
Baby can you keep it real? (why don’t you tell me how you feel? )
Tell me what is on your mind (tell me am I wastin’ my time? )
(let me know, let me know . . .)
[repeat chorus x 2]

 

Lobster & Scrimp

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 got 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 got issues

(Say what?) I hate fake bitches, "you gotta 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 got 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 got this lock and key, I got cities Under Siege

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] Gotta 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 got 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 got 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 gotta be out let it ride like this

Bounce

 

Love Me

Intro:
And we're back
Playing the hottest music on your radio
Worldwide, shore to shore, sea to sea
I am your host Nabuka
And your listening to the hottest radio station in all the land
WBoomBoomP

What a revelation! (lation)
Your the reason that I breathe
End of secreation
I can use you as I please
The only one that tells my story
When words are hard to catch
Of all that comes with fame and glory
You let me rock ya best

Chorus:
Ooh,ooh wee
Ooh,ooh wee (yeah)
Ooh,ooh wee
Ooh Ooh (ooh)

Such a sensation!(sation)
Hypotizing melody
No limitation
I can stroke your every key
You give me that do,re,mi so
And sometimes double times
And sometimes you love me nice and slow
Makes me wanna sing this line

Chorus:
Ooh, ooh wee
Ooh, ooh wee (yeah)
Ooh, ooh wee
Ooh, ooh (ooh)

Love me, like I love you
Don't cha love me boo?
Don't cha love me boo?
Love me, like I love you
Don't cha love me boo?

I wanna sing this song because I love ya
I love ya
I love ya
I love ya
I doooo love ya, yes I dooo, yes I do
Can you love me
Now can you love me
Can you love me
Now can you love me tonight, tonight
Can you love me
Now can you love me
Can you love me, love me

 

Luv 2 Luv U

Dance with me... yeah, tango with me (repeat 4x)

[shaunte]
In suspension like a sports car
Shaunte got big lips and handlebars
Put it on tim like a porno star
Run back the tape in the vcr

[timbaland]
I’m comin baby like the big black, kahuna
I wish you woulda humped me just a little sooner
Now rich, like silver-spooner
Now here’s the finger now I got you moonin
I wish you woulda did that two years ago (go, go, go)
Let me feel the body hit the skins yo (yo-yo, yo, yo)
Now you see a brother makin a little dough (dough-dough, dough, dough)
I really hate that mess, but I love you yo (yo-yo, yo.. uh-huh)

Chorus: all together

Oooooooohhh, luv 2 luv 2 luv ya, luv ya, luv ya! (repeat 4x)

[timbaland (talking over the chorus)]
I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, I love you baby
I love you, I love you baby
I love you, uh-huh, maganoo..

[magoo]
I dream bout leah lando, make all the luchiano
And girls with condos, chanel with guitano
Girl my persono, I share like sonny bono
Black and white keys, lay girls on my piano
Me, missy and timbo, rap in any tempo
Huckleberry finn, magoo the south pimple
Caught up in my lingo, be not girl, I’m bingo
Help I see a beatle, cool out that’s only ringo
Missy sang a jangle as I commence to tango
Ginuwine ridin on a pony, put monie in the middle
Check the riddle, got your girl pants hot a little
Thinkin that she dime when you only just a nickel
Take a tickle, cause your man, pickle green and resentful
Mag and two-ohh, from down south and here go
Black house shoes, my kangol to match
Pimp crack game, take all your scratch
Girl, I’m the p see me on tv
Beep beep, hook me up witcha girl cece
Female, lookie here, I’m chip you dale
Let me get one kiss, just don’t go tell
You so obsurd I thought you heard
If you don’t know, the bird is the word
Yes the bird bird bird, the bird is the word
The bird bird bird, the bird is the word

Chorus

[timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Shhhhh, aooww-oooh, I love you baby
Uh-huh, I love you, uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
What? uh-huh, I love you, say what say what?
Is you in, or is you ain’t, my baby... ahhh!

[shaunte]
See I don’t stop like good dick
Skypager’s hotness when you need a fix
Big girls don’t cry we take all of it
Doggystyle like george and the parliament
Feel me now, see my lovin got you bedstrucken
Head is stuck in, the pillowcase suckin, shaunte still handcuffin
Just me and you cause i’ma rock it all night
You can go fast or slow
But i’ma tell you when it’s good and right, uh-huh

[timbaland]
Look at you girl, talkin trash
Now I’ll come around and swing that ass
Make you bend over, uhh, backwards, call me master
Have you sayin tim do it faster and faster
Now I’m the man with the power
I get booty calls fifteen after every hour
So don’t try to take it personal
I gotta get the cash, now you got to go, what?

Chorus

[timbland (talking over chorus)]
Oooh, I love you baby
Uhh, remix, uh-huh uh-huh what?
Like that what?
I love you baby, what?

Chorus

[timbaland (talking over chorus)]
Uhh, what? what?
Uhh, what? what?
I love you, I love you baby
What? let it ride, uhh

[timbaland]
Go, go, go
Yo-yo, yo, yo
Dough-dough, dough, dough
Yo-yo, yo... uh-huh
(repeat 2x)

Chorus

[magoo]
The bird bird bird
The bird bird bird... word

Chorus

[timbaland]
Let it ride, uhh

 

Man Undercover

Say what
You look good
(say it two times)
You look good good
(say it three times)
You look good good good
(say it four times)
Oh oh oh oh good

[verse 1]
I,i, like the way, way you get down, down
(thats the way I like it)
You’re the kinda guy
That makes my feel proud
Don’t have to show you’re the boy ,oh
I, i, like you the way that you are

[chorus]
I like my man undercover
Smooth dark brotha
Fly to the bone
You don’t need no fly jeep
To come and scoop me
You can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
A man undercover
Smooth black brotha
Fly to the bone
Don’t need no gucci sweater
To make you look better
You can wear what you own

I, i, love, love the way that you smile, smile
You, you the type of guy
That got his own style
All I want to do is be with you
You, you got me feelin
The way that I do

Chorus

Bridge

[timbaland]
We be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep)
Listenin to this phat l p (l b)
Lets cruise around the town (the town)
I’m diggin you are you diggin me
Let’s hop on my harley dave (harley dave)
It cost about 20k (20k)
What it takes me to persuade (persuade)
Turn ten night in to day (to day)
I never seen a girl (a girl)
Who hypnotize like you (like you)
Who walk just like you (like you)
Who talk just like you (like you)
I wanna be your lover (your lover)
That ill type brotha (brotha)
Baby girl baby girl (baby girl)
We can keep it undercover

Chorus 1.5x

 

Party People

[jay-z]
Guess who? uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard?
Uh-uh, a-timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, twista, ya heard? c’mon, c’mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah

When the war’s on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.k., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can’t stop (that)
Jigga, twista my nigga timb on the hot track
How you gon’ stop that? we can’t be slowed
Niggaz (? ), look at your clothes
When I’m in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes
That’s just jay-z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C’mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
I don’t ask for love, I blast ’em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or your life’s in danger dude
Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through

[chorus: timbaland + (twista)]
All my party people gon’ do what? (gonna get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup? )
(get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin the east and west gon’ bump)
All my party people gon’ do what? (get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup? )
(get them lighters lit up, t got some gangsta shit
That’s beatin in yo’ trunk)

[magoo]
Fuckin with mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin mc’s all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin ’em high, right in the ear
Slicin on ’em muh’fucker vampire style, I’m a bloodsucker
You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
I’m at the rucker with a bad puerto rican chick
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
You ain’t goin real far, see the chainsaw?
Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke
When it come to that man that just like mike
I don’t care what you like, I’ll make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
For real, I’m fuckin faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 g’s the price

[timbaland]
Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats]
[scatting] - I invented that
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
Remember "one in a million" when I left ya back
Producers sayin, "how you get your sound like that? "
I don’t know playa, I’m a creative cat
Got party people dancin to dis and dat
Got party people sayin, "this a dope-ass track!"

[chorus]

[twista]
Timbaland hit ’em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon’ do what?
Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut
Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit ’em in the gut
Twitchin and itchin to get up, I hit ’em up
With some skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displayin yo’ heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
And all the homies like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn’t ridin slick
You can let your mind cruise for miles
They can’t tell no sucker who’s allowed, with a strap on the mic
I’m thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd

[chorus - repeat 2x]

[timbaland]
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake..
.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..
Shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yo, ahh

Remember when you first found me?
I was workin at burger king
Now take a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always tryin to put down me?
Why you always tryin to put down me?
You get ’round your friends and try to clown me
Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?
I’m gettin tired of all that bullshit
Always talkin dis and dat
Your girls screamin, "we looove him!"
See girls, they love me
Girl that’s just, only tim
Yes, it’s only tim
Whatchu talkin ’bout that’s only tim?
Yeah whatchu talkin ’bout that’s only tim?
Cause

[timbaland: repeat 2x]
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo’ money (yo’ money)
Made it without yo’ car (yo’ car)
Made it without yo’ naggin (what? )
Now look who’s the star (whoo!)

[timbaland]
Yaknowhati’msayin?
Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don’t get it
I don’t understand it
That’s why people like myself, only hang with self
Hahaha, and nobody else
Easy now

 

People Like Myself

[chorus: timbaland]
People like myself, only hang with self cause that’s the way to go
I can’t go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

[repeat chorus]

[magoo]
It’s mag from your tv screen, buzzin off the jim beam
But the mag y’all think y’all know ain’t what I seem
I’m a low-down freak from seapeak(? )
See them high school mates, I see ’em and don’t speak
All y’all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause I’m doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame
That’s why I stay out the club, be in the crib
Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone
And I’m sellin cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?
You and your boys can bring the noise
But i’ma bring hand grenades, now you’re laid!
Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan

[chorus]

[timbaland]
Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)
I’m over here and y’all recite tim’s my nigga (nigga)
Like I just figure (figure)
And my tracks didn’t help niggaz
So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep ’em in dj’s for that new jigga
Like them forty-two girbauds
I pocket every demo, like timbaland - he’s that next nigga
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced booker t she’s the next to go
Now I’m checkin every joint and every unit I sold
Once I’m deep in the dough, I’m deep with a crew
In the 80’s y’all screamed like the movie is through
Y’all screamin this is "nutty professor: part ii"
To "eyes wide shut" to whoever I choose
I can appreciate a kidman to a, tom cruise
To a, fast food, I’m strictly drive-through
The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools

[chorus]

[magoo]
Even the phone spit it, God know what I’m thinkin
I’m drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession
Down on my knees, beggin to god, show me the path
My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me
Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I’d fail
Tell ’em mag be the rap effin kenan and kel
I’m spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
Rappin mo’ iller than thriller manila and give you salmonella

[timbaland]
Stop, the press!
Bitch, you can’t afford that dress, you can’t afford that hairdo
I don’t want your sex, here take your fast food
"tim you’re dead wrong, tim you’re dead rude!"
Hey girl, I don’t even know you
"timbaland we’re your first cousin marion sue"
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?

[chorus: sung by static - repeat 2x]

 

Roll Out

[intro: timbaland]
Hey y’all, can y’all do something for me?
Can y’all bounce, can y’all bounce, what?
Hey y’all, can y’all do something for me?
Can y’all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?
Hey y’all, can y’all do something for me?
Can y’all bounce, can y’all bounce, what?
Hey y’all, can y’all do something for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, timbaland

[timbaland]
I be creepin’ in backyards, dippin in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I’m in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin’ on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his range rov
Bold ladies sittin’ in back, one ridin’ in the front
No smokin’ in here, so put out your freakin’ blunt
This how we gon’ do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes
That’s why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That’s how we’re gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party y’all

[chorus]
Roll out (roll!)
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
[panting noises]
Roll out (roll!
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
[panting noises]

[petey pablo]
Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest
Rappin’ asses, tickin’ on a timbaland classic
Layin’ in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic
Tryin’ to get past this old couple in a maverick
Beepin’ my horn at ’em, flickin’ on my hazards
G. callin’ me, on his cell phone laughin’
Thinkin’ his chick hang out the sunroof flashin’
I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit
Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin’
Slammed on the brakes [skrut!], ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin’, hell, he in the back and
Girls sittin’ on the trunk, droppin’ wine glasses
Wind blowin’ dresses up, showin off the pad and
Hopin’ I scripe long (? ? )
Whoop! you could be ms. barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let ’em ride in here

[repeat chorus]

[smokey]
Catch me in a chick, and her name is kim
Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of bim
Fast food so dangerous that I’m crackin’ my rim
Like why taco bell drive-thru so damn slim
I’m out north too, no top on the benz
Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym
Man, I’m sppeding through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end
Now, I’m needing to sin, lying again
Pumpin’ gas in the benz, with no money to spend
And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So it’s a good thing that lady walked in her twins

[repeat chorus]

[magoo]
All I do is listen to eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen
And I’m scheming on your daughter with on condom and clairborne
Don’t get it twisted, I’m gold-toothed and two-fisted
Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I’m past being beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss "go ’head give me some sugars and hot sauce"
With an atrack of diana ross playing
And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace

[repeat chorus]

 

Sex Beat

Ahh... it’s time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
Hahahah
Do you hear my voice, ladies?
Ladies? hah
See I don’t disrespect no woman
As long as she don’t disrespect me, see what I’m sayin?
I would never call a girl, that b word
Never call you no hoe
All I wanna do is lick on your toe
And, pull off your, tight girbauds
Ahhhhhhh, huh
Ahhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?
I already got mine
How bout you pour yourself some
Know what I’m sayin?
Alright, like my boyz 112 said
Only you baby
You know what I’m sayin?
But enough for the humpin
Say what say what?
I’m out

 

Talking on the Phone

[missy]
Yo yo yo yo
Wah wah wah
Yea yo yo
Wah wah wah wah
Wah wah wah wah (uh huh)
Yo yo
Wah wah wah

[kelly - verse one]
I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)
They were

[chorus]
Talking on the phone (talking on the phone)
Gotta get your own (you gotta get your own man)
Leave my man alone (and leave my man alone)
Callin’ him on the phone

[kelly - verse two]
Don’t hate a girl, cuz they too slick
They smile in my face, all on my man’s (ohh...ficky ficky)
You don’t know what, what I’ve been through
I get it first, then I do it
You

[repeat chorus]

[bridge]
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da
Da da, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo)
Daaaa, da da (yo yo yo yo)
Da da, da da (ficky ficky)

[missy]
Ficky ficky ficky
S-u-p-a fly, I’m cute
I, keep y’all bitches, chicken like soup
What y’all wan’ do, I’m not that chick to talk shit
Nor I’m that chick to fuck wit’
Did you hear this?
Did you get this?
Watch missy flip like an acrobatic
My automatic
Tongue tactic
Flows like this
Be the muthafuckin’ shit
(shit echoes)

[alien voice]
What I need right now
Is for yall
You and kelly
I need for y’all to
To come meet me in space
Now could y’all sing that for me again
That first verse

[kelly]
I trusted her, my home girl from school (yea yea)
Introduced her to my man, they became cool (uh)
She told me that, that he loved me so (wah wah wah wah)
I shoulda known she liked him all along (yo)
They were

[repeat chorus]

[alien voice]
How do y’all like space? (wah wah wah wah)
Can you dig it?
Now if you like space for all my martian people out there
I need all y’all to put yalls hand up
If you can feel me
So I need kelly to sing the second verse for me

[kelly]
Don’t hate a girl, cuz they too slick
They smile in my face, all on my man’s (ohh...ficky ficky)
You don’t know what, what I’ve been through
I get it first, then I do it (what she doin’ girl)
You

Talking on the phone (say what)
Ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you feel it)
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (say what, yea)
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-talking on the phone (yea, say what, yo yo yo yo yo)
Talking on the phone (I’m feeling quite good right now)
Talking on the phone (but it’s time for me to take my spaceship to another
Level)
Talking on the phone (cuz right now I don’t think the world is ready for
Timbaland)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I’m on that next level, can you dig it)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone (can you dig it)
Ta-ta-talking on the phone (I don’t think so)

[alien]
Come to the light, kelly

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