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Fat Rabbit (Feat. Ludichris) – Timbaland

Lirik lagu: Fat Rabbit (Feat. Ludichris)

[Ludichris – Verse One]
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L-O-V-A L-O-V-A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let’s ride (say what)
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then it’s about the time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let’s get it on down to the nitty grit
Don’t have no time for the patient
Cuz I got more dick than a lil’ bit
And time flies, when I’m havin’ fun
I can make a hoe get like Forrest Gump and just “run baby run”
I guess that they can’t handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you don’t wanna get freaked
then get out my way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don’t playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) – CHORUS]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, c’mon)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit (uh oh)

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[Ludichris – Verse Two]
Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin’ them where that love’s at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks
Punan’ Don happy
Givin’ up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin there wit yo’ butt out (whoo)
And it’s always in the back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I’ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I’m all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
and put so much light in yo’ life I’ll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I’m ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Timbaland (Crowds) – CHORUS TWO]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl (ohhh, c’mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)

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[Ludichris]
Yo’ love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don’t know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don’t fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You wanna be my hoochie
Better than my advesary
Don’t be so scary
I, never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin’ while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up
And the guts of yo butt don’t shake like they used to
I wake ’em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
Cuz ain’t a damn thing changed
Kick back, relax and take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea

[Repeat CHORUS TWO]

[Crowds]
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
[repeat x4]

[Timbaland]
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can y’all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can y’all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can y’all really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast

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Bringin’ It (Feat. Troy Mitchell) – Timbaland

Lirik lagu: Bringin’ It (Feat. Troy Mitchell)

What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain’t over baby
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on

One question:
Who be the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon’ get you close and yous a dead man like last year
See most fear
The marvelous, alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC’s not clearly on this hype tip
I’ll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I’m stompin corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
It’s mob official
You test I’ll leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain’t fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin’ it

What y’all, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y’all in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y’all in p-town
Know about this
What y’All in Hoviay
Know about this

Check it out
I’m ya p-town hit man
I’ll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I’m filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
I told you that I’m project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don’t last long
Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I’m Joseph Pesci
don’t fuck around, you ever test me and you’ll have to wet me
I’m ghetto fabulous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there’s dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, “What?”
Always carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain’t had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
Cuz otherwise you wouldn’t quit that, to kidnap
So what I’m sayin is, everybody’s real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don’t know my name, NIGGA WHAT

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What y’all V-A
know about this
What y’all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y’all in Nomo
Know about this
What y’ll in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy

See I told y’all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
AK’s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44’s and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The real on how I let shit go
But if it’s real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I’m at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel
Shit’s for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what let’s straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y’all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain’t nobody knows you
I suppose you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

What y’all in V-A
Know about this- I told you
What y’all in Nomo, what
Know about this, what

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Break Ya Back (Feat. Dev) – Timbaland

Lirik lagu: Break Ya Back (Feat. Dev)

[Dev]
Do that, you the big boy prove that, yeah
Or you like the way I do that , yeah
Got the club like cootie, yeah
What I’m trying to do is
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back

[Timbaland]
Timmy is my nickname
Making beats’ my main thing
When it comes to women
If you know you’re working bootey
Money is no object, what I want I got that
Don’t give me griffing
Cause I still hand in the budgets
Platinum plaques are worth that
Look what I provided
Virginia on the map now we call it the riot
And the Virginia Islands
Belly is a hot-head
I’m so fly, can’t tell I switched to chocolate
Back to this clubin’
Lady where’s your husband?
I got you high rubbin
From this base I be pumpin
Bum bum bum bum bum
Timbaland I be buzzing
Haters are haters
When I know you love me, only God above me
Timbaland, Timbaland got to got to cry for me
Go and toast your muffin
At the ugly
Cause I’m bout to beak ya, break ya, break ya back honey

Break your back homie
Break your back homie
Break your back homie
Break break, break
Break your back homie
Break your back homie
Break your back homie

[Dev]
Do that, you the big boy prove that, yeah
Or you like the way I do that , yeah
Got the club like cootie, yeah
What I’m trying to do is
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back

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[Dev]
Dev I’m here from Cali
No one in my alley
All the boys is at me
Trying to find my hidden valley
I just think of all the
In the back tomoley
My swagger is so sexy I can start my pimp valley
The game they can’t deny me
I just keep on going cause I’m cooler than ice-cream
Dev on your flat screen
Yes I got fussy
I know you wanna be my pimp but you can be my offspring
Hi hi hi hi hi
Boys come with me me

Bum bum bum bum
Drum base break it for me
I’m the top, don’t get caught in your philly
Get ušed to hear me
Why don’t you just kill me
I’m gonna be around for a while, you feel me
Club in the frizzy
All my girls frizzy

I’m trying to do is
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Do that, you the big boy do that
Or you like the way I do that, yeah
What I’m trying to do is
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back
Break ya back, Break ya back
I’m tryna break ya back

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Bounce (Feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake) – Timbaland

Lirik lagu: Bounce (Feat. Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott, Justin Timberlake)

(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)

Huh… bounce… ooh I like you… bounce…

C’mere girl, c’mere girl, c’mere girl, bounce
C’mere girl, c’mere girl, c’mere girl, bounce
C’mere girl, c’mere girl, c’mere girl, bounce
C’mere girl, c’mere girl, let me talk to you

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don’t act saddity you ain’t pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit’ me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, ‘fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can’t hit me, he ain’t got enough paper to deal wit’ me
Baby girl wanna two step wit’ me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil’ mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you’re history
All you haters wit’ that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don’t frisk me
Set it off ’til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on

[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo’ ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

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[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc’s been lookin’ fo’
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit’ it like I’m Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I’m so demandin’, but save the dancin’, for back at the mansion and
Ain’t, this money handsome? Ain’t, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you’ll see

[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo’ ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin’ in my cup, that’s ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol’ butt
Mmhmm big ol’ butt, thick legs, big ol’ jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon’ fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don’t have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I’m worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don’t buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I’m best when I swallow

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[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo’ ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin’ in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin’ so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it’s you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y’all on me
Then me on y’all and y’all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)

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