timbaland – writtin’ rhymes lyrics
check it out
this is how i wanna spit it
i bullsh-tted in the eighties
(forbid)
i had to get my mind up off the ladies
like these worldly things
a baby beam and shiny rings
see this is how we do things
when you’re f-ckin’ 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 that’s my man so understand these things
three n-gg-s thinkin’ ’bout cream
me and magoo, y’all realize we roll with cru
all respect to, that’s why your girl ain’t lovin’ you
we peep the card in the st–z
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’ with your lady
ask yo boys, i’m pushin’ your mercedes, so what, n-gg-?
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
they don’t gotta do anything else
(they don’t gotta do anything else)
say what, say what, say what
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
(that they wanna do)
they don’t gotta do anything else
(they don’t gotta do)
they don’t gotta nothin’ else y’all, check it
d-ck ’em, court vd, now i’m sick with ’em
ate a pack of cheese now i just bullsh-t with ’em
kick ’em, n-gg- when you’re down, look i got to get cha
get away with 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, b-tch, yeah, you’re too slow
get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
somebody on the phone wanna talk to your [incomprehensible]
but i got my life, and mary what’s the 411?
n-gg-s get shook when i rhyme, you best ta f-ckin’ run
get out the way ’cause my recitals suicidal
i’m the rebel when i yell, y’all know, ask billy idol
son of a b-tch ’cause he a son and you’s a b-tch
me die for you, girl, go d-ck your own b-tch
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
(say what, that they wanna do)
they don’t gotta do anything else
(they don’t gotta do
they don’t gotta do anything else, baby, say what)
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
they don’t gotta do anything else
(check it out, check it out, say what, say what, say what)
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
they don’t gotta do anything else
(they don’t gotta do anything else
they don’t gotta do, say what, they don’t want)
if writtin’ rhymes is all that they wanna do
they don’t gotta do anything else
(they don’t gotta do anything else)
check it out, baby, we’re talking to you
hear this 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 bite this one
they might try but you know what? you got to pay up
a samplin’ fee if you bit me, like that, like that
it’s the beat, like that, ginuwine, like that
aaliyah, like that, playa, like that
big rob, like that, big e, like that
of course, my man m a g o o 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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