Текст песни Here We Come - Timbaland, Missy Elliott, Magoo

Here We Come

1 — Here we go so wave your hands\nFor Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland\nWe gon’show you how to party right\nSo pass the UHH and get the hype\nAlright, we gon’party tonight\nIf you’re livin’for love, start livin’for life\nIf you’re having a baby, then make her your wife\nIf you’re up in the club where the dub\nIt’s like a bank sell to the highest bid\nPut the cash in your bank\nGirl I’m lovin’your booty, you can «;hoo»; to my blow\nThen fish but please honey child, don’t kiss\nAll I want is a freak when I’m up in the club\nMaybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub\nI’m a nigga wit’class, you’re a girl with a job\nTaste of my neck like corn on the cob\nI’m second to none, I’m freaky as ever\nGo downtown, «;Well I never»;\nUh, uh Well I’m the man, that they call Timbaland\nNow he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?\nWe gon’party, until the sun comes up Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh Ain’t no stoppin’until your draws start floppin'\nThere won’t be no beef unless the disc stop jockin'(what?)\nShe said this, and he said that\nAnd he said that Timbaland can’t rap\nBut I don’t care because I make dope tracks\nI make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that\nTimbaland, where you live at?\nVA baby, believe dat\nAiyyo, aiyyo\nNow I’m rich, I once was poor\nIf you’re late with my dough, then there’s no show\nI grease my hair and it still won’t grow\nIf you feel my butt, boy you gotta go Out the back for touchin’my back\nFor trying to jack every Timbaland track\nMaganoo, where you was?\nThey been bitin’our style, those silly bugs\nWhere’s the spray? I’ma spray 'em good\nSo the next time they bite they die like «;Ugh»;\nI’ma roll up the biggest dutchie\nGet some sweets cuz I got the munchies\nHe he Girl, when the bar open up five rum\nEverybody wanna get a buzz, get some\n9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak\nJust gon’depend on who they gonna freak\nDon’t gotta floss, all girls know they name\nOnly near, chillin’in the club, no game\nBrotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese\nWhen the club close got his girl on her knees\nOh man please, learn the two degrees\nDegree number one, keep your hon off trees\nDegree number two, keep your girl 'round you\nNever trust a girl, Lord knows what she do Uh huh\nTricks — is what I got in my bag\nHits — is what I make out the lab\nRitz — is the crackers that I eat