Timbaland

Timbaland - Can't Nobody lyrics

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[Timbaland]
 C'mon ah what? Ah  what?
 C'mon  ah  what? Ah  what?
 C'mon  c'mon  ah  what?
 Ah  1 Life 2 Live  what?
 Ah  what?

 [1 Life]
 Live  huh? Yeah
 Y'all cats ain't ready  I'm just too much
 When I was young  my mamma said I used to cuss too much
 If I ain't known you twenty years  I don't trust you much
 Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers  yeah
 I don't care if they crackin' down
 I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns
 I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
 And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns

 [Babe Blue]
 Smash you down, patch you down
 We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
 Pass the crown to the new female king
 This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lean out thing

 [1 Life]
 Like the end of the world
 We put it all to a stop and
 Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
 And you go against us and you all gonna flop
 When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop

 [All]
 1 - Can't nobody do it like we do
 (What what what what what)
 Can't nobody do it like we do
 (What what what what)
 Can't nobody do it like we do
 (What what what what what)
 Can't nobody do it like y'all do
 (What what what what)

 When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
 This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
 Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around
 Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now
 For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
 Cuz the union is in here, toast it up
 When they shoot you suppose to duck
 Look at them by the bar posing drunk
 (Say what?)

 [Babe Blue]
 We don't care who we toast in here
 We get you for how much you gross this year
 You not a punk, you suppose to fear
 Better not come out until the coast is clear

 [1 Life]
 Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast
 But even without this rap game I still have cash
 My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret
 Just to cover her punani hair

 Repeat 1

 [Lil' Man]
 Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming
 My people can't stand for the little man
 To rock without or with bad
 I can attempt, what chu gon' do?
 Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?
 The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance
 I don't care if you lead, but you still be my man
 I don't get mad over silly pettyness
 I say to hell with it, say oh advocate
 Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
 Make dope beats, rhyming a song so unique
 His beats are like shine, aren't cha, and the cast is true
 Ya need the same identity, define how he soars
 He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun
 Call him Timbaland the resurrection
 Now reach
 Don't try to hide from ya feeling
 Clear-ese
 Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?
 Clear-ese
 This is the love man you're talking to
 Clear-ese
 His beats are dope, I try to tell you
 Can't nobody see us in the nine eight
 Or the nine nine
 (Freaky freaky)
 You're late
 (Freaky) You're late
 (Freaky) You're late
 (Hey girls and guys)
 You're late

 Repeat 1
 Repeat 1

 Like you, the public
 Is y'all the public
 Ya do it so well
 This goes out to y'all
 By Storm, Z-man
 1 Life 2 Live
 Little Man
 wanna thank y'all
 For makin' us
 Who we are today
Get this song at:
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Blackground Entertainment

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Tim's Bio (1998)

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