Here We Come

[ti:Here We Come] [ar:Timbaland] [al:Tim's Bio: Life From da Baseme] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Another one Here we go so wave your hands For missy maganoo and timbaland We gon show you how to party right So pass the uhh and get the hype Alright we gon party tonight If youre livin for love start livin for life If youre having a baby then make her your wife If youre up in the club where the dub Its like a bank sell to the highest bid Put the cash in your bank Girl Im lovin your booty you can hoo to my blow Then fish but please honey child dont kiss All I want is a freak when Im up in the club Maybe after the dance dinner sharp then the tub Im a nigga wit class youre a girl with a job Taste of my neck like corn on the cob Im second to none Im freaky as ever Go downtown well I never Uh uh Well Im the man that they call timbaland Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird understand We gon party until the sun comes up Bartender you forgot to fill up my cup uh Aint no stoppin until your draws start floppin There wont be no beef unless the disc stop jockin （what ） She said this and he said that And he said that timbaland cant rap But I dont care because I make dope tracks I make you bounce and wiggle and do this and that Timbaland where you live at Va baby believe dat Aiyyo aiyyo Now Im rich I once was poor If youre late with my dough then theres no show I grease my hair and it still wont grow If you feel my butt boy you gotta go Out the back for touchin my back For trying to jack every timbaland track Maganoo where you was They been bitin our style those silly bugs Wheres the spray ima spray em good So the next time they bite they die like ugh Ima roll up the biggest dutchie Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies He he Girl when the bar open up five rum Everybody wanna get a buzz get some 9 out of 10 all girls gonna freak Just gon depend on who they gonna freak Dont gotta floss all girls know they name Only near chillin in the club no game Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese When the club close got his girl on her knees Oh man please learn the two degrees Degree number one keep your hon off trees Degree number two keep your girl round you Never trust a girl lord knows what she do Uh huh Is what I got in my bag Is what I make out the lab Is the crackers that I eat Is what a man dont need Shows Im a careful lover Is what I do in trouble what My man timbaland He make beats for the streets See me and maganoo In the back rollin trees Gettin high off the phone Tell a nigga what chu want hey Now Im in the s-l-k I roll up the window so the doo wont sway Spray my hairspray so the waves obey So when I say stay them bitches stay Oh by the way Me and timbaland we got the beats to make you dance Doo-do-do doo-do-do （yea） Doo-do-do doo-doo doo doo doo （yea） Doo-do-do doo-do-do （yea） Doo-do-do doo-doo doo doo doo （yea） Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo （yea）