[intro - timbaland - talking]
this goes out
for all the people
that think i couldn't make it again
see what i'm sayin
we're back at y'all
third time, (heh heh)
[verse 1 - timbaland]
i'm killin 'em with this music i'm innovatin
penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
you think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin
i hit the strip in the bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
me and maganoo hittin 'em hard
got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
quick as (hu-huh) i got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor
gimme the mic, i'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)
i got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)
this right here make ya wreckin your jeep, won't it (hu-huh)
people wonder when will we come with the same magic
that make the game disappear then enter, like i ain't had it (hu-huh)
i actin gorilla with it, my game savage
you should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
the game ain't been the same since my name happened
timbaland and magoo and beat club, who ain't snappin
[chorus]
can you do it again?
we gon' do it again
i said, can we do it again?
we gon' do it again
can we do it again?
we gon' do it again
i said, can we do it again?
(ow!)
can we do it again?
we gon' do it again
i said, can we do it again?
we gon' do it again
can we do it again?
we gon' do it again
i said, can we do it again?
(ow!) (hu-huh)
[verse 2 - timbaland]
still spittin and killin 'em softly
i hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)
even though my neck and wrist all glossy
and my truck big as an armored tank, i ain't all flossy (hu-huh)
you could copy or hate on my style
steppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)
i hit the leather, get the meters to peakin
i lay my vocals and let jimmy d, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)
you don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)
did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)
you better love me, she be backin it up on me
i'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)
i'm gettin serious, go 'head i don't wanna play
and when i finished with this one, i bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)
the game ain't been the same since my name happened
timbaland and magoo and beat club, who ain't snappin
[chorus]
[verse 3 - magoo]
ew we, my pimpin is pimpalicious
i'm more than a rapper, eat my words i'm so nutritious (hu-huh)
them other rappers come with that heat talk
i talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)
but if ya feelin froggy and he leap
i fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)
you think i'm puttin cover that bird shit
i have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)
and if you keep talkin, then i'ma do it (hu-huh)
he fuckin playin tim, i'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)
i'm from the lock west, a lot of them guns
i ain't a killer but you fuckers makin oo into one, son (hu-huh)
so give me mine and you can take yours
it was missy, tim, and the nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)
the game ain't been the same since tim name happen
timbaland and magoo and beat club, who ain't snappin
