Song | All Y'all |
Artist | Timbaland & Magoo |
Artist | Tweet |
Album | Indecent proposal |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barcliff, Keys, Mosley ... | |
Uh, feel me? | |
To all the women across the world, we can't diss y'all | |
We gotta love ya, that's real, uh | |
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paid | |
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade | |
To my women who love to ball out | |
And spend all that money 'til ya fall out | |
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game | |
with a different pimp name, with a little pimp fame | |
I'm loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things | |
Even got a gat loaded for that ass | |
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body | |
I don't drink or smoke that's why I love my body | |
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie | |
With a little piercin on her body | |
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas | |
Japenese girls even love my beats | |
They say, "Timbaland we love you | |
We love the **** things that you do" | |
Even in London they say, "Tim, we love ya" | |
They even call me things like wicked, and the f'n governer | |
That's why I can't forget y'all | |
That's why I had to make this roll call, uh | |
This here's for one and all | |
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life's too short for some time out, oooh | |
This here's for one and all | |
It's so good to feel all a y'all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life's too short for some time out, oooh | |
Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently saved | |
for us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye | |
(Sonny, don't plan tomorrow but live for today) | |
(Sonny, here's a quarter for that groovy arcade) | |
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the game | |
So graphic with thangs, Pac-Man ain't lookin the same | |
Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change | |
Sebast', a.k.a. Tyler Durden's the name | |
Guess what people, it's the first of the month | |
Guess what people, I can do what I want | |
I can take, all my peoples on first class flights | |
I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes | |
I'm a don when it comes to just servin girls | |
I'm a don so that's why nobody's in my world | |
'Cause Timabaland's that cool cat | |
Aka Thomas Crown, don't forget that, uh | |
I'm just tryna' find what I need | |
But I'd rather be smokin **** | |
Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot food | |
Live in a mansion next to Hanson | |
I ain't forgot that I'm from yo' hood | |
I'm just tryna' be who you would | |
Cause I hate the game, I hate the glory | |
I could be with y'all, it would be another story | |
You don't know all the things I seen | |
More than fame and his naked greed | |
They took my cash, take my name | |
Put it up in bright lights, I ain't got a damn right | |
Think I'm chillin and livin large | |
Girl he's Mag not El DeBarge | |
But I'm a be the man in charge in due time | |
All my P-Town folk gettin paid, bottom line |
zuo ci : Barcliff, Keys, Mosley ... | |
Uh, feel me? | |
To all the women across the world, we can' t diss y' all | |
We gotta love ya, that' s real, uh | |
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paid | |
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade | |
To my women who love to ball out | |
And spend all that money ' til ya fall out | |
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game | |
with a different pimp name, with a little pimp fame | |
I' m loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things | |
Even got a gat loaded for that ass | |
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body | |
I don' t drink or smoke that' s why I love my body | |
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie | |
With a little piercin on her body | |
Yes, I get it poppin, ' specially overseas | |
Japenese girls even love my beats | |
They say, " Timbaland we love you | |
We love the things that you do" | |
Even in London they say, " Tim, we love ya" | |
They even call me things like wicked, and the f' n governer | |
That' s why I can' t forget y' all | |
That' s why I had to make this roll call, uh | |
This here' s for one and all | |
It' s so good to feel all a y' all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life' s too short for some time out, oooh | |
This here' s for one and all | |
It' s so good to feel all a y' all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life' s too short for some time out, oooh | |
Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently saved | |
for us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye | |
Sonny, don' t plan tomorrow but live for today | |
Sonny, here' s a quarter for that groovy arcade | |
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the game | |
So graphic with thangs, PacMan ain' t lookin the same | |
Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change | |
Sebast', a. k. a. Tyler Durden' s the name | |
Guess what people, it' s the first of the month | |
Guess what people, I can do what I want | |
I can take, all my peoples on first class flights | |
I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes | |
I' m a don when it comes to just servin girls | |
I' m a don so that' s why nobody' s in my world | |
' Cause Timabaland' s that cool cat | |
Aka Thomas Crown, don' t forget that, uh | |
I' m just tryna' find what I need | |
But I' d rather be smokin | |
Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot food | |
Live in a mansion next to Hanson | |
I ain' t forgot that I' m from yo' hood | |
I' m just tryna' be who you would | |
Cause I hate the game, I hate the glory | |
I could be with y' all, it would be another story | |
You don' t know all the things I seen | |
More than fame and his naked greed | |
They took my cash, take my name | |
Put it up in bright lights, I ain' t got a damn right | |
Think I' m chillin and livin large | |
Girl he' s Mag not El DeBarge | |
But I' m a be the man in charge in due time | |
All my PTown folk gettin paid, bottom line |
zuò cí : Barcliff, Keys, Mosley ... | |
Uh, feel me? | |
To all the women across the world, we can' t diss y' all | |
We gotta love ya, that' s real, uh | |
To all my ladies in lingerie, never underage, who stay gettin paid | |
Who like to take trips where the sun is shade | |
To my women who love to ball out | |
And spend all that money ' til ya fall out | |
I feel like a pimp with a different pimp game | |
with a different pimp name, with a little pimp fame | |
I' m loaded with cash, loaded with class, loaded with a lot of things | |
Even got a gat loaded for that ass | |
I love my mind, love my soul, love my body | |
I don' t drink or smoke that' s why I love my body | |
You might catch me chillin with a little short hottie | |
With a little piercin on her body | |
Yes, I get it poppin, ' specially overseas | |
Japenese girls even love my beats | |
They say, " Timbaland we love you | |
We love the things that you do" | |
Even in London they say, " Tim, we love ya" | |
They even call me things like wicked, and the f' n governer | |
That' s why I can' t forget y' all | |
That' s why I had to make this roll call, uh | |
This here' s for one and all | |
It' s so good to feel all a y' all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life' s too short for some time out, oooh | |
This here' s for one and all | |
It' s so good to feel all a y' all, oooh | |
Make that move and just ball out, oooh | |
Life' s too short for some time out, oooh | |
Back when shorty cherished the thing, yo' time was frequently saved | |
for us stoppin and whiskey poppin to the Marvin and Gaye | |
Sonny, don' t plan tomorrow but live for today | |
Sonny, here' s a quarter for that groovy arcade | |
From Cool J to Kane dawg, we changin the game | |
So graphic with thangs, PacMan ain' t lookin the same | |
Haters, get more familiar who you robbin for change | |
Sebast', a. k. a. Tyler Durden' s the name | |
Guess what people, it' s the first of the month | |
Guess what people, I can do what I want | |
I can take, all my peoples on first class flights | |
I can buy all my homegirls lightning new bikes | |
I' m a don when it comes to just servin girls | |
I' m a don so that' s why nobody' s in my world | |
' Cause Timabaland' s that cool cat | |
Aka Thomas Crown, don' t forget that, uh | |
I' m just tryna' find what I need | |
But I' d rather be smokin | |
Live life to the fullest, drive cars, eat hot food | |
Live in a mansion next to Hanson | |
I ain' t forgot that I' m from yo' hood | |
I' m just tryna' be who you would | |
Cause I hate the game, I hate the glory | |
I could be with y' all, it would be another story | |
You don' t know all the things I seen | |
More than fame and his naked greed | |
They took my cash, take my name | |
Put it up in bright lights, I ain' t got a damn right | |
Think I' m chillin and livin large | |
Girl he' s Mag not El DeBarge | |
But I' m a be the man in charge in due time | |
All my PTown folk gettin paid, bottom line |