I Get It On(feat Bassey Lyrics

I Get It On(feat Bassey lyrics

What's up Jack?

 

 [Lil' Man]

 This goes out, uh huh

 It goes out, uh huh

 To all the B-Biters, huh? What?

 Timbaland got something to say ya'll

 Check him out

 This is the lil' man speaking right now

 Yo, Timbaland, kick it

 

 [Timb]

 If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer

 If it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner

 You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender

 One in a million like Aaliyah

 Burn like Gonorrhea, what?

 I beat the beater, snares everywhere

 Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist

 Audiences growing like a newborn

 You must be on some new and improved

 Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew

 Tell me, who wanna mo'

 Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do

 Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean

 From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

 

 Timbo I even bowed it down in NO

 And every corner that I flow

 You know I get it on

 Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO

 And every corner that I flow

 I get it on

 

 [Lil' Man]

 Can you get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

 

 Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

 

 [Timb]

 I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)

 Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)

 Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)

 Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)

 Hip to the  hop when I came in the do' (What?)

 Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)

 Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)

 Outside production on Coko and Total

 Fugitive wanna buy the man for real

 Got warrrents beats and program to kill

 Timbaland nigga, and I'm Ill

 Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

 

 I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow

 I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough

 Im burnin' up, up top and down south they know

 When it come to these beats I don't play, yo

 I get it on

 

 [Lil' Man]

 Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)

 

 Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

 Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it

 

 [Bassey]

 I come sweeter than a two seater Benz

 Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends

 It never ends, expensive indeed

 Without the C's, lavish habits love the carats

 Nigga's with mad weaves

 Spendin' money ain't nuthin'

 Nigga's who style frontin'

 And then pretend ya gettin' old

 Nigga, we let you know, diamond district

 Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it

 Money to burn, nigga when will you learn

 It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have

 Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch

 There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

 Check the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six

 Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit

 I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this

 Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

 

 [Timb & Lil' Man]

 And I told ya'll we won't miss, what?

 

 [Lil Man]

 Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

 Point 'em out, what?

 

 Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)

 

 Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out, uh (Um hmm)

 

 Can he get it on? (Um hmm)

 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out nigga (Um hmm)

 Now point 'em out, what?

 

 Now let's ride, yeah boo

 

 Yo, Timbaland

 People don't understand how you do these beats, yo

 Ha, even I don't understand

 You know people always tryin' to bite you

 And made stuff like you

 You da man right now

 I ain't mad at cha

 Play on playa