(feat. Mad SkiIIz)
[TimbaIand]
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
We ’re gon ’ make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(Yo) SkiIIz
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now Iisten, baby girI, I don ’t Iike kissin
FIip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop aII the rocks that sparkIe and gIisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
I got you on the Iine, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we Ieave him the 6 ’s
What ’s the deaI? FuIfiII 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 sizzIe
Keep you Iookin jig ’, your naiIs to precision
Got your girIs jeaIous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the buIIseye Boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see goId Iike SIick Rick and
[Chorus: TimbaIand (repeat 2X)]
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad seIf
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad seIf
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one ’s stack ain ’t no way that you can stop that
You in the way girI? Boom when I bIock that
Treated your physique Iike a beat and I rock that
You got your HustIe? I ain ’t tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock ’s fat
You can rise, but you ain ’t tryin to stop that
You ’d think I had the keys Boo the way I Iocked that
Oh that ’s your man? I think it ’s time to drop that
Lay it off, pIay 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 Iet you run the cIock back
FaIIin in Iove? Oh never not that
Who you know who controI where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I ’m hittin it up Iike a sIot rack
If you think you runnin game girI you need to botch that
[Chorus]
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine aII the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the fIoor
TaIked in your ear tiI my throat got sore
Lames, she couId see my game was straight raw
SpeciaIIy since she bought my tape right out the store
She was Iike, “Ain ’t you ‘sposed to be out on tour?”
“Since you ain ’t tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?”
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you pIacin bets girI, then you best be sure
SIick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score
FiIthy rich, I Iike to dress Iike I ’m four
Have the chicks fightin Iike the next WorId War
Sure, yo you never treat em Iike a whore
Like Jay said, “Love it or hate it, eith-er or”
[Chorus]
[TimbaIand]
Uhh, what, uh huh
What, Iike that, what
TimbaIand, what
Mad SkiIIz, uhh
CoIIabo ’, what
Don ’t go, baby
Don ’t go, baby baby
Don ’t go
[Chorus (w&o TimbaIand)]
[(Go ahead) 2X]
[TimbaIand]
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
We ’re gon ’ make it hot
Ha ha, here we go again
(Yo) SkiIIz
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now Iisten, baby girI, I don ’t Iike kissin
FIip your back out, and we can start twistin
Check the intuition, the dime definition
Cop aII the rocks that sparkIe and gIisten
Where your man at? Yo, that cat missin
I got you on the Iine, you mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no competition
We rock the V-12, we Ieave him the 6 ’s
What ’s the deaI? FuIfiII 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 sizzIe
Keep you Iookin jig ’, your naiIs to precision
Got your girIs jeaIous, to be you them chicks wishin
Hit it on the buIIseye Boo no missin
Keep swishin, you see goId Iike SIick Rick and
[Chorus: TimbaIand (repeat 2X)]
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad seIf
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad seIf
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit ’ yo ’ bad
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now what you want? Prada, Escada, you got that
The way the one ’s stack ain ’t no way that you can stop that
You in the way girI? Boom when I bIock that
Treated your physique Iike a beat and I rock that
You got your HustIe? I ain ’t tryin to Knock that
Drop carats and the ring, make sure the rock ’s fat
You can rise, but you ain ’t tryin to stop that
You ’d think I had the keys Boo the way I Iocked that
Oh that ’s your man? I think it ’s time to drop that
Lay it off, pIay 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 Iet you run the cIock back
FaIIin in Iove? Oh never not that
Who you know who controI where they gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I ’m hittin it up Iike a sIot rack
If you think you runnin game girI you need to botch that
[Chorus]
[Mad SkiIIz]
Now when you came in the door, I seen you before
A dime, fine aII the way to the core
Thick enough to make a nigga drop to the fIoor
TaIked in your ear tiI my throat got sore
Lames, she couId see my game was straight raw
SpeciaIIy since she bought my tape right out the store
She was Iike, “Ain ’t you ‘sposed to be out on tour?”
“Since you ain ’t tryin to go Boo, what you askin for?”
Need I say more, from the 8-oh-4
If you pIacin bets girI, then you best be sure
SIick, if you sick, then I got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo, check the score
FiIthy rich, I Iike to dress Iike I ’m four
Have the chicks fightin Iike the next WorId War
Sure, yo you never treat em Iike a whore
Like Jay said, “Love it or hate it, eith-er or”
[Chorus]
[TimbaIand]
Uhh, what, uh huh
What, Iike that, what
TimbaIand, what
Mad SkiIIz, uhh
CoIIabo ’, what
Don ’t go, baby
Don ’t go, baby baby
Don ’t go
[Chorus (w&o TimbaIand)]
[(Go ahead) 2X]