Writtin' Rhymes Lyrics - Welcome To Our World - Timbaland

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 

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Verse 1: (?) 

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 f**kin 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 

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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 

Verse 2: Magoo 

Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em 

Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em 

Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha 

Get away wit 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 your too slow 

Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya 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 ta f**kin run 

Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal 

I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol 

Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch 

Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch 

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) 

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) 

(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what) 

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) 

(They don't gotta do) 

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) 

(Check it out, baby) 

Timbaland: 

Hear dis beat 

It's done by me 

I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin 

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 if you want to bit me 

Like that 

Uh, Like that 

Uh, It's the beat, 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