Song | Writtin' Rhymes |
Artist | Timbaland |
Album | Welcome to Our World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barcliff, Mitchell, Mosley | |
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 |
zuo ci : Barcliff, Mitchell, Mosley | |
Timbaland: | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 | |
Hi 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 magoo | |
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 |
zuò cí : Barcliff, Mitchell, Mosley | |
Timbaland: | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, huh | |
Ooh, aah | |
Uhhuh, uhhuh, 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 | |
Hi 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 uhhuh, huh, uhhuh, 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 magoo | |
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 |