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I Get It On - текст песни



I Get It On


What's up Jack?








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








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








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)








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








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








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








And I told ya'll we won't miss, 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 (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



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