Interpret:

Timbaland

Album:

Welcome To Our World

[Timbaland:]


To my niggas
 How you feel?
 Can we chill?
 Or do we have to pop that steel?
 Cause it's a hot day around our way 
We got the pistols around our waist
 Hate to kill a nigga, why? 
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
 What do you mean killa?
 I mean that bee
 Those ganja trees
 Those cut up leaves
 Please... can I get a puff? What?
 Please... can I get a puff? What?
 With my wiatch
 Pretend that I am riach
 Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat
 You can go down
 You can go down, go down
 You can go down, girl I was just playing around
 Now 
Back to my focus
 Y'all gonna be my soldiers
 And I'm gonna be the bank broker
 What?


[Chorus:]


All I smell is smoke in da' air
 Nuthin but thefools downstairs (drag stairs)
 Yeah
 All I smell is smoke in da' air
 Nuthin but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
 Yeah


[Timbaland (behind the chorus):]


Say what?
 Ha ha, say what? Say what?
 Like dat
 Like dat 
Like dat nigga
 Say what?
 Say what? Say what? Say what?
 Magoo what?


[Magoo:]


You know we got plenty of smokin'
 Open for pussy pokin'
 Clown but we ain't jokin'
 2 pound of weed token
 Beep me at 12 noon
 After my cartoons
 Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon
 Now you got your bowl shorty
 Nursin' a cheap forty
 Lordy was shootin' dice
 Point and you winn forty
 Six be a damn point
 Roll and you hit the joint
 Lookin for blazing dude
 Your head was a juke joint
 So you get two dimes 
Cause you got two highs
 Two niggas want to smoke
 So you got two lies
 Think you see two hoes
 Cause hoes got to smoke too
 Hope you got ten yards
 Cause this blunt will never due
 See I remain true
 Only toke two lies
 Just to the two guys
 No shake with my damn fries
 Open your freakin' eyes
 Cause blunt my grand prize
 Smokin was no surprise
 I'm out with my true lies


[Chorus]


[Timbaland (behind the chorus):]


Say what?
 Say what? Say what?
 Say what? Say what?
 Say what? Say what?


[Static:]


Playa's knockin, rockin
 Hoes clockin, jockin
 Yeah sweatin, gettin
 Thugs threatin, beatin
 Dice shootin, smokin
 Hootie hootin, loukin
 Gun, I got your token
 Lick, I got hoes open
 No chumpin, bumpin
 Timb's speakers thumpin
 Making your moves somethin
 Rode, it would be jumpin
 Hoe humpin, freakin
 Hoes silly, leakin
 Hook it up, weekend
 All night freakin
 Which trick I'm dickin
 Hope she lickin
 My Kentucky chicken
 Damn this enough pickin
 Just groupin, chillin
 Ready able, willin
 If they blunts, they fillin
 Party people you dealin with another level


[Chorus]


[Timbaland (behind chorus):]


Say what?
 Say what? Say what?
 Say what? Say what?
 Ride it 


[Timbaland:]


Ride it bitch
 Ride it
 Ride it bitch
 Say what?
 Yo babe, come her
 Now let me get that (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Can you hear me? (Oooooh)
 Can you feel me? (Oooooh)
 Can you hear me? (Ooooh)
 Can you feel me? (Ooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Say what? (Oooooh)
 Get off baby (Ooooh)
 (Oooooh)
 Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)
 Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)
 (Change beat to "Can We" by SWV)
 Can we get kinky tonight
 I got so many things on my mind
 I never seen a girl so fly
 I want you to do me, do me