Here We Come (Explicit)

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 ni**a 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 d**e 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 ni**a 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 b**ches 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）