I Get It On lyrics

What`s up Jack?



[Lil` Man]

This goes out, uh huh

It goes out, uh huh

To all the B-Biters, huh? What?

Timbaland got something to say ya`ll

Check him out

This is the lil` man speaking right now

Yo, Timbaland, kick it



[Timb]

If it`s money to be made, I guess I`m the printer

If it`s ice to be rocked, I guess I`m the winner

You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender

One in a million like Aaliyah

Burn like Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, snares everywhere

Cris` like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist

Audiences growing like a newborn

You must be on some new and improved

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew

Tell me, who wanna mo`

Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do

Give me 10 minutes, I`ll hook you up with joint that`s mean

>From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between



Timbo I even bowed it down in NO

And every corner that I flow

You know I get it on

Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO

And every corner that I flow

I get it on



[Lil` Man]

Can you get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out (Um hmm)



Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out (Um hmm)



[Timb]

I`m the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)

Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)

Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)

Either nigga`s vibe or they make shit light (Whew)

Hip to thehop when I came in the do` (What?)

Missy went platinum then I came in some mo` (What?)

Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O`s (Uh huh)

Outside production on Coko and Total

Fugitive wanna buy the man for real

Got warrrents beats and program to kill

Timbaland nigga, and I`m Ill

Don`t believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel



I`m burnin` up, yo, can`t stop my flow

I`m burnin` up, ya`ll can`t stop my dough

Im burnin` up, up top and down south they know

When it come to these beats I don`t play, yo

I get it on



[Lil` Man]

Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out, yeah (Um hmm)



Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out (Um hmm)

Now she`s gon` point `em out, check it



[Bassey]

I come sweeter than a two seater Benz

Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin` on friends

It never ends, expensive indeed

Without the C`s, lavish habits love the carats

Nigga`s with mad weaves

Spendin` money ain`t nuthin`

Nigga`s who style frontin`

And then pretend ya gettin` old

Nigga, we let you know, diamond district

Platinum Rolex`s with the chips in it

MMoney to burn, nigga when will you learn

It`s automatic, now I realize I gotta have

Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch

There`s a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I`m banging from my land to my six

Had you screamin` at the show saying Bassey`s a hit

I got the gift and nigga`s know I`m ready for this

Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss



[Timb & Lil` Man]

And I told ya`ll we won`t miss, what?



[Lil Man]

Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out (Um hmm)

Point `em out, what?



Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out, yeah (Um hmm)



Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out, uh (Um hmm)



Can he get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point `em out nigga (Um hmm)

Now point `em out, what?



Now let`s ride, yeah boo



Yo, Timbaland

People don`t understand how you do these beats, yo

Ha, even I don`t understand

You know people always tryin` to bite you

And made stuff like you

You da man right now

I ain`t mad at cha

Play on playa
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