(Timbaland)
Hey, I was mean(mean)
Before I a feen I took over the world when they gave me a machine And then I made my jump(jump) It's your producer, come on baby let it bump(bump) I'm like a music when I'm in the zone A typhoon everytime I get on a A tycoon, I just and brought another home Who you on? I'm off, I set it off, and you were never on What's to care about? People know my whereabouts I want, private jet in and out With Bran Nue, you what Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Windows out I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy You want my sounds, you pay me But don't get it confused, never had no silver But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's 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 don't you get on the mic for the (D.O.E.) Ok, ok you see me roll through(Yup) Got the whole Timbaland he produce If you a fruit, in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup (Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab When I f*** ya it's a wrap, put you in the cab Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm coming for stash When I 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 like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money Pockets drained then it's back to snatching chains and I (Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon the heat, and make the wrong move) I changed, still the same D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens Next up(Ha, hey I that's me) And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) And you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali) Why don't you get on the mic for the (Bran' Nu) I got it, I got it(Ha) been a long time comin' I'm back like I forgot important Can't have a problem me I fade it to black like slacks Now I'm in the Range, no So you want it with me I'm on the tip of your tongue like gum I got head sprung It's my return(Like the Come) I'm taking off like a I got this beat in my 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, like a model do you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it You keep runnin ya mouth them broads do I gotta learn you, a school do Cuz you don't have a clue So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me) And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C) And you from(Alabama we up in here G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) Never bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta On my side b***h unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta They could put me in the FED for what's in my Rap **** slap em if they say ya hard Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R I they mad never thought that it could happen Got my **** on then I hopped in a Every check I cash in, than the last one Met a new freak, she than the last one Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my I don't compassion And all my B***hs I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the That's why I stay so playa F*** up the ozone laya I drop a hit everytime I got some to say, and if I I come back like a richochet
Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh