Interpret:

Timbaland

Album:

Shock Value 2

(Timbaland) 


Hey, I was mean(mean) 


Before I became a feen 
I took over the world when they gave me a beep machine 
And then I made my city jump(jump) 
It's your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump) 
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone 
I typhoon everytime I get on a song 
I *tie coo?* I just went and brought another home 
Who you stuntin on? 
I'm never off, I set it off, and you were never on 
What's there to care about? People know my whereabouts 
Anywhere I want, private jet in and out 
Whip brand new, you know what Tim about 
Ferrari 5-99 Windows Tinted out 
I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is crazy 
You want my sounds, you gotta pay me 
But don't get it confused, never had no silver spoon 
But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes 


And next up(I believe that's me) 
And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) 
And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) 
Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? 


(D.O.E.) 


Ok, ok when you see me roll through(Yup) 
Got the whole crew Timbaland he produce 
If you a fruit, Produce 
Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to 
She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci buques 
(Put it in the bag) Nah baby I ain't Fab 
When I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab 
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) 
and I..and I'm coming for your stash 
When I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) 
Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) 
Wit you **** money **** money ****money ****money 
Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money 
Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I 
(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move) 
I ain't changed, still the same 
D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side Queens 


Next up(Ha, hey I believe that's me) 
And what's ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) 
And where you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali) 
Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? 


(Bran' Nu) 


I got it, I got it(Ha) 


It's been a long time comin' 
I'm back like I forgot something important 
Can't have a problem with me 
I fade it to black like church slacks 
Now I'm in the Range, no Cadillac 
So you don't want it with me 
I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum 
I got your head sprung 
It's my return(Like the Kingdom Come) 
I'm taking off like a rocket 
I got this beat in my pocket 
I keep your heart droppin(and you...) 
Never gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map 
Now you wanna say I act(Brand New) 
Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do 
Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) 
Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it 
You keep runnin ya mouth like them broads do 
I gotta learn you, like a school do 
Cuz clearly you don't have a clue 


So next up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me) 
And what's ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C) 
And where you from(Alabama we up in here G) 
Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony... 


(Attitude) 


Ok, ****(not understandable) 
Never mediocre 


Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta 
On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah 
B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur 
I get a whole lot of h*** like a G supposed ta 
They could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa 
Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya hard 
Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R 
I know they mad never thought that it could happen 
Got my **** on then I hopped in a Austan 
Every check I cash in, bigger than the last one 
Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one 
Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my passion 
I don't show compassion 
And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin 
Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the ****in 
That's why I stay so gone playa 
F*** *****in up the ozone laya 
I drop a hit everytime I got some s*** to say, 
and if I miss I come back like a richochet 








Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh