| Lyrics: | (feat. Mad Skillz, Ms. Jade)
(C'mon girl, I was just playin with
you)
[Timbaland]
Ah - c'mon, ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's goin
down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla!! C'mon ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's
about to go down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon..
Guess who's back it's your
favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full
motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Hon - whatchu know about this
guy?
I've been hittin girls back since "Cooley High"
Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin
tonight?
Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight
[Ms. Jade]
Hum on a flight?
Nigga you 'fraid of heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and
have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
You
heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillacs
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got
Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner,
what-wha-wha-what?
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big
faces.. to spend on you-oooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces.. to
spend on you, in time
[Magoo]
I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillin
What
more can I say? Top billin
Niggaz got the feelin I'm wack and I fell off
Said bird is the
word is Charmin and Mag's off?
Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?
Got hoes in each
town wanna swoon me for fame
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hash
Treat 'em
like |
