- Timbaland To My 歌词
- Timbaland
- [Tim] It don't stop
[Nas] Can't stop
[Tim] Say what?
[Nas] Bravehearts
[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
[Nas] Nas Esco'
[Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh
[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
[Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh
[Nas] Yea, yea yea
[Tim] It don't stop, what?
[Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts
[Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it
I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use
Ice dangle off my chest 'cause my cash improve
Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, weigh a buck and change
I want the dough, **** the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't **** to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and NASDAQ
And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
And Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'
Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers
For honies that *** so proper, best flow since Rakim
Liver, personification of drama
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some'll smoke embalmin' fluid and vomit to it
I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up
Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
Nothin' changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
Please, to my *****s
To my *******, to my gangstas
To my riders, to my *****s
To my *******, to my *****s
To my riders, to my gangstas
To my *******, to my *****s
And fly ass hoes, to my *****s
To my *******, Timbaland and Esco'
Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks, it's like beatin' beats with bats
Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a click, trust me, you will hear a clack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above 'em; half y'all raps is
Born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of it
You should be sick of it, I possess no flaws
That's from the man that made your Head Nod 'til you licked his *****
Verses I spit 'em, when it's my turn to get 'em, I got hot flows
I only do shows for burn victims
So **** this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna blame me for ******' up rap
Who's ******' with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own
It's locked and sewn I repeat, *****, watch your tone
Please, to my *****s
To my *******, to my gangstas
To my riders, to my *****s
To my *******, to my *****s
To my riders, to my gangstas
To my *******, to my *****s
And fly ass hoes, to my *****s
To my *******, Timbaland and Esco'
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies loooooovve me; *****s say
"Timbaland's really rappin', what the **** is up, B?"
The jeallllllousy
I kill *****s with seven thangs, mostly they jackin' beats
I'm a eight digit niiggy
Baby, I just rebuilt Titanic and send it out to sea
What?
Please, to my *****s
To my *******, to my gangstas
To my riders, to my *****s
To my *******, to my *****s
To my riders, to my gangstas
To my *******, to my *****s
And fly ass hoes, to my *****s
To my *******, Timbaland and Esco'
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