Hold Cutz Lyrics - Under Construction Part Ii - Timbaland

(Timbaland - talking) 

Uh, what's up girl 

Why you trippin on me? 

I thought we was past that 

Feel me? 

Alright let me talk to ya, uh 

(Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs) 

C'mon baby what's the hold up 

You carryin me like your school folder 

I want your dinner, not your cold cuts 

Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? 

(Shorty) 

C'mon baby what's the hold up 

You carryin me like your school folder 

I want your dinner, not your cold cuts 

Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? 

(Cause I'm that fly) 

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(Verse 1 - Magoo) 

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall 

And I think of them times when you was lickin my balls 

I never came in your face, you said you hated the taste 

That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate 

You comfortable now? You need your toes massaged 

I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da barges 

With your favorite song, you need to take off the thong 

Go head, nibble on my neck, your doin it wrong 

We could be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild 

I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like when you smile 

I'll be in town next week, can I keep an erection? 

Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection 

See I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific 

On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so terrific 

It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" things 

I put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse 2 - Timbaland) 

Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love 

And I told her, don't hurt me again 

Actin like the vaughn a vo in my living room den 

Like it never took much to really get you back then 

Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen 

Crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz 

We circle my block and we do it again 

Now let's fast forward to my living room flo' 

Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to go 

I slap broke my watch cause this raggedy ho 

She like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slow 

Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage love 

And I told her, don't hurt me again 

Can't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh? 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3 - Magoo) 

Tell me if she like it and if not 

Girl is this your spot? 

I never cum in second, some reppin for camel lot 

And when I was a kid, I used to fuck in the bushes 

Only time I turn it down is when you don't use dush 

You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your pussy is fly 

It's a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retire 

And I aspire to be penis of convenience for you 

But we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living room 

You likin my pimperation, do I calm your frustration? 

Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbation 

I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttin 

Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin 

(Chorus)