paroles de chanson Written' Rhymes - Timbaland
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
huh
Ooh,
aah
Check
it
out
This
is
how
I
wanna
spit
it
I
bullshitted
in
the
80s
(for
real)
I
had
to
get
my
mind
up
off
the
ladies
Like
these
worldly
things
A
baby
Beem
and
shiny
rings
See
this
is
how
we
do
things
When
you're
fucking
with
the
kings
of
the
streets
New
York
is
all
respected
But
still
we
keep
it
hectic,
in
places
we
be
wrecking
Where
we
from,
Timbaland
(VA)
See
that's
my
man,
so
understand
these
things
Three
niggas
thinking
'bout
cream
Me
and
Magoo,
y'all
realize
we
roll
with
CRU
(huh)
All
respect
too,
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
pants,
when
I'm
running
with
your
lady
Ask
your
boys,
I'm
pushing
your
Mercedes
So
what
nigga
Writtin'
rhymes
is
all
that
they
wanna
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
wanna
do
(That
they
want
to
do)
They
don't
gotta
do
anything
else
(They
don't
gotta
do
anything
else)
They
don't
gotta
nothing
else
y'all,
check
it
Dig
'em,
court
VD,
now
I'm
sick
with
'em
Ate
a
pack
of
cheese
now
I
just
bullshit
with
'em
Kick
'em,
nigga
when
your
down,
look
I
got
to
getcha
Get
away
with
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
you're
too
slow
Get
on
your
knees
like
a
dog
and
scratch
your
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
to
fucking
run
Get
out
the
way
'cause
my
recital's
suicidal
I'm
the
rebel
when
I
yell,
y'all
know,
ask
Billy
Idol
Son
of
a
bitch
'cause
he
a
son
and
you's
a
bitch
Me
die
for
you,
girl
go
dig
your
own
ditch
Writtin'
rhymes
is
all
that
they
wanna
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
wanna
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,
uh)
Writtin'
rhymes
is
all
that
they
wanna
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,
say
what,
baby
what)
If
writtin'
rhymes
is
all
that
they
wanna
do
(Uh-huh,
huh,
uh-huh,
huh,
huh,
what)
They
don't
gotta
do
anything
else
(They
don't
gotta
do
anything
else,
check
it
out,
baby)
Hear
this
beat
It's
done
by
me
I
do
them
ill
beats,
you
know
what
I'm
saying
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'
fee
if
you
bite
me
Like
that,
uh,
like
that
Uh,
Misdemeanor,
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
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3 Ms. Parker
4 Clock Strikes
5 Up Jumps da' Boogie
6 Beep Beep
7 Drop
8 Smoke in da' Air
9 Intro Buddha
10 Feel it
11 Joy
12 Man Undercover
13 Sex Beat (Interlude)
14 Deep in your Memory
15 Peepin' my Style
16 Written' Rhymes
17 Clock Strikes - Remix
18 Up Jumps da Boogie (remix)
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