| 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 |