โหลดเพลง mp3 Here We Come - Timbaland

Another one
Here we go so wave your hands
For missy maganoo and timbaland
We gon show you how to party right
So pass the uhh and get the hype
Alright we gon party tonight
If you're livin for love start livin for life
If you're having a baby then make her your wife
If you're up in the club where the dub
Its like a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank
Girl I'm lovin your booty you can hoo to my blow
Then fish but please honey child don't kiss
All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club
Maybe after the dance dinner sharp then the tub
I'm a ni**a wit class you're a girl with a job
Taste of my neck like corn on the cob
I'm second to none I'm freaky as ever
Go downtown well I never
Uh uh
Well I'm the man that they call timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird understand
We gon party until the sun comes up
Bartender you forgot to fill up my cup uh
Ain't no stoppin until your draws start floppin
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin （what ）
She said this and he said that
And he said that timbaland can't rap
But I don't care because I make d**e tracks
I make you bounce and wiggle and do this and that
Timbaland where you live at
Va baby believe dat
Aiyyo aiyyo
Now I'm rich I once was poor
If you're late with my dough then theres no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt boy you gotta go
Out the back for touchin my back
For trying to jack every timbaland track
Maganoo where you was
They been bitin our style those silly bugs
Wheres the spray ima spray em good
So the next time they bite they die like ugh
Ima roll up the biggest dutchie
Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies
He he
Girl when the bar open up five rum
Everybody wanna get a buzz get some
9 out of 10 all girls gonna freak
Just gon depend on who they gonna freak
Don't gotta floss all girls know they name
Only near chillin in the club no game
Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese
When the club close got his girl on her knees
Oh man please learn the two degrees
Degree number one keep your hon off trees
Degree number two keep your girl round you
Never trust a girl lord knows what she do
Uh huh
Is what I got in my bag
Is what I make out the lab
Is the crackers that I eat
Is what a man don't need
Shows I'm a careful lover
Is what I do in trouble what
My man timbaland
He make beats for the streets

See me and maganoo
In the back rollin trees
Gettin high off the phone
Tell a ni**a what chu want hey
Now I'm in the s-l-k
I roll up the window so the doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay them b**ches stay
Oh by the way
Me and timbaland we got the beats to make you dance
Doo-do-do doo-do-do （yea）
Doo-do-do doo-doo doo doo doo （yea）
Doo-do-do doo-do-do （yea）
Doo-do-do doo-doo doo doo doo （yea）
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo （yea）