Here We Come lyrics

Another one

[Chorus]
Here we go so wave your hands
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland
We gon' show you how to party right
So pa** the UHH and get the hype
Alright, we goin' 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
It's 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 n**** wit' cla**, 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 goin' 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 dope tracks
I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that
Timbaland, where you live at?
VA baby, believe that

Ah-yo, ah-yo
Now I'm rich, I once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's 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
Where's the spray? I'm a spray 'em good
So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"
I'm a roll up the biggest dutchie
Get some sweets 'cause I got the munchies

[Chorus: x2]

He he
Girl, when the bar open up five rum
Everybody want to get a buzz, get some
9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak

Just goin' 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 'cause 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
Tricks - is what I got in my bag
Hits - is what I make out the lab
Ritz - is the crackers that I eat
B**** - is what a man don't need
Rubber - shows I'm a careful lover
Stutter - 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 n**** 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****es stay
Oh by the way
Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance

[Chorus: x2]

Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yeah)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yeah)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yeah)
Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yeah)
Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo... (Yeah)