(Timbaland)
Hey, I was mean(mean)
Before I a feen I took over the world when they me a beep machine And then I made my jump(jump) It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump) I'm like a music cyclone I'm in the zone A typhoon I get on a song A tycoon, I just and brought another home Who you on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on What's there to care about? People know my Anywhere I want, jet in and out Bran Nue, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is You want my sounds, you pay me But don't get it confused, never had no spoon But you got a long walk, tryna fit shoes And next up(I that's me) And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup) Got the whole crew Timbaland he If you a fruit, Riding in a old school(pimpen) I'm poss to She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci (Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm coming for your I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) Wit you **** money money ****money ****money Lying like no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money Pockets feeling drained then back to snatching chains and I (Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the move) I ain't changed, the same D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens up(Ha, hey I believe that's me) And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) And you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali) Why you get on the mic for the symphony? (Bran' Nu) I got it, I got it(Ha) It's a long time comin' I'm like I forgot something important Can't have a problem me I fade it to black like church Now I'm in the Range, no So you want it with me I'm on the tip of your tongue bubble gum I got your sprung my return(Like the Kingdom Come) I'm taking off a rocket I got beat in my pocket I keep heart droppin(and you...) Never gonna hold me back, put me on the map Now you say I act(Brand New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a do you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' you g-g-g-get it You keep runnin ya like them broads do I gotta you, like a school do Cuz clearly you have a clue So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me) And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C) And where you from(Alabama we up in G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) mediocre Plenty bread so you know I gotta a toasta On my side ride unless she a Oprah I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** a G supposed ta could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard Diss me, I'll up the on you and your A&R I know mad never thought that it could happen Got my on then I hopped in a Austan Every check I cash in, bigger than the one Met a new freak, she thicker than the one Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my I don't compassion And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin Boy I'm on like the **** at the ****in That's why I stay so playa *****in up the ozone laya I drop a hit I got some s*** to say, and if I miss I back like a richochet
Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh