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
