[timbaland]
Here we go again
Ha ha, here we go again
Make it hot, uhh
(yeah) here we go again
Make it hot mad
Huh, here we go again
Were gon make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(yo) skillz
[mad skillz]
Now listen, baby girl, I dont like kissin
Flip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? yo, that cat missin
I got you on the line, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the v-12, we leave him the 6s
Whats the deal? fulfill every wish and
Haters keep hatin, dissers keep dissin
We rich and, I take you out on a mission
You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle
Keep you lookin jig, your nails to precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like slick rick and
Chorus: timbaland (repeat 2x)
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad self
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad self
(go ahead daddy, go ahead) wit yo bad
[mad skillz]
Now what you want? prada, escada, you got that
The way the ones stack aint no way that you can stop that
You in the way girl? boom when I block that
Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that
You got your hustle? I aint tryin to knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rocks fat
You can rise, but you aint tryin to stop that
Youd think I had the keys boo the way I locked that
Oh thats your man? I think its time to drop that
Lay it off, play it off, yeah you get the props back
You get the dress, I get the cane and the top hat
After we done boo, I let you run the clock back
Fallin in love? oh never not that
Who you know who control where they gettin jocked at?
And in vegas Im hittin it up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin game girl you need to botch that
Chorus
[mad skillz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she could see my game was straight raw
Specially since she bought my tape right out the store
She was like, "aint you sposed to be out on tour? "
"since you aint tryin to go boo, what you askin for? "
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you placin bets girl, then you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin boo, check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress like Im four
Have the chicks fightin like the next world war
Sure, yo you never treat em like a whore
Like jay said, "love it or hate it, eith-er or"
Chorus
[timbaland]
Uhh, what, uh huh
What, like that, what
Timbaland, what
Mad skillz, uhh
Collabo, what
Dont go, baby
Dont go, baby baby
Dont go
Chorus (w/o timbaland)
(go ahead) 2x
