Writtin` Rhymes Lyrics

Writtin` Rhymes lyrics

Timbaland:  

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 Check it out  

  

 Verse 1: (?????)  

  

 This is how I want to spit it  

 I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid)  

 I had to get my mind up off the ladies  

 Like these wordly things  A baby beam and shiny rings  

 See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings  

 Of the streets  

 New York is all respected  

 But still we keep it hectic  

 In places where we be wreckin  

 Where we from, Timbaland(VA)  

 See thats my man so understand these things  

 Three niggas thinkin bout cream  

 Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)  

 All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you  

 We peep the card in the steez  

 We even got the keys to the bed where you rest  

 Your life is based on stress  

 So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist  

 And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance  

 It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady  

 Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes  

 So what nigga  

  

 Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)  

  

 Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  

 (Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)  

 If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything  

 else){Yeah}  

 {They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it  

  

 Verse 2: Magoo  

 Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em  

 Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em  

 Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha  

 Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture  

 I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone  

 H-I with no V, but I stay full blown  

 Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door  

 You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow  

 Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas  

 Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (???)  

 But I got my life and Mary what's the 411  

 Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run  

 Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal  

 I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol  

 Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch  

 Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch  

  

 Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)  

  

 Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  

 If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  

 (Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)  

 Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  

 (They don't gotta do)  

 If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)  

 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  

 (Check it out, baby)  

  

 Timbaland:  

  

 Hear dis beat  

 It's done by me  

 I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin  

 People always try to bite me yo  

 But they can't bit this one  

 Huh They might try  

 But you know what  

 You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me  

 Like that  

 Uh, Like that  

 Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that  

 Ginuwine, uh, like that  

 Aaliyah, Like that  

 Playa, Like that  

 Big Rob, Like that  

 Big E, Like that  

 Of course, my man M-A-G-OO  

 And me Timbaland  

 Jimmy D, we out for 97E  

 Can't forget my man Elliot  

 Only one  

 Check it out baby  

 The fight just begun we out