Interpret:

Timbaland

Album:

Welcome To Our World

Timbaland: 
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Check it out 


Verse 1: (?????) 


This is how I want to spit it 
I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid) 
I had to get my mind up off the ladies 
Like these wordly things A baby beam and shiny rings 
See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings 
Of the streets 
New York is all respected 
But still we keep it hectic 
In places where we be wreckin 
Where we from, Timbaland(VA) 
See thats my man so understand these things 
Three niggas thinkin bout cream 
Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh) 
All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you 
We peep the card in the steez 
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest 
Your life is based on stress 
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist 
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance 
It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady 
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes 
So what nigga 


Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) 


Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what) 
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(That they want to do) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anythingelse)
Yeah
They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it 


Verse 2: Magoo 
Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em 
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em 
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha 
Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture 
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone 
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown 
Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door 
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow 
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas 
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (???) 
But I got my life and Mary what's the 411 
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run 
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal 
I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol 
Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch 
Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch 


Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo)


Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(That they want to do) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what) 
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
(They don't gotta do) 
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do
(That they want to do) 
They don't gotta do anything else 
(They don't gotta do anything else) 
(Check it out, baby) 


Timbaland: 


Hear dis beat 
It's done by me 
I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin' 
People always try to bite me yo 
But they can't bit this one 
Huh They might try 
But you know what 
You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me 
Like that 
Uh, Like that 
Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that 
Ginuwine, uh, like that 
Aaliyah, Like that 
Playa, Like that 
Big Rob, Like that 
Big E, Like that 
Of course, my man M-A-G-OO 
And me Timbaland 
Jimmy D, we out for 97E 
Can't forget my man Elliot 
Only one 
Check it out baby 
The fight just begun we out