Timbaland - I Get It On Lyrics

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What's up Jack?

This goes out uh huh it goes out uh huh

To all the 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

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

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)

I'm the top nigga watch nigga hot nigga yo

(Yo)

Shit that I dropped non stop nigga whoa

(Whoa)

Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych

(Uh huh)

Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light

(Whew)

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Hip to the hop 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

I'm burnin' up up top and down south they know

When it come to these beats I don't play yo I get it on

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

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

Money 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

And I told ya'll we won't miss 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

(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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