Timbaland & Magoo

Timbaland & Magoo - Can'T Nobody lyrics

C'mon ah what? Ah, what?

C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what?

C'mon, c'mon, ah, what?

Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?

Ah, what?

Live, huh? Yeah

Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much

When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much

If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much

Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah

I don't care if they crackin' down

I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns

I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds

And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns

Smash you down, patch you down

We take yo guns and we blast yo' round

Pass the crown to the new female king

This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing

Like the end of the world

We put it all to a stop and

Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock

And you go against us and you all gonna flop

When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop

(What what what what what)

Can't nobody do it like we do

(What what what what)

Can't nobody do it like we do

(What what what what what)

Can't nobody do it like y'all do

(What what what what)

When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds

This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds

Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around

Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now

For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop

Cuz the union is in here, toast it up

When they shoot you suppose to duck

Look at them by the bar posing drunk

(Say what?)

We don't care who we toast in here

We get you for how much you gross this year

You not a punk, you suppose to fear

Better not come out until the coast is clear

Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast

But even without this rap game I still have cash

My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret

Just to cover her punani hair

Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming

My people can't stand for the little man

To rock without or with bad

I can determine what chu gon' do

Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?

The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance

I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man

I don't get mad over silly pettyness

I say to hell with it, say oh well with it

Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet

Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique

His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy

Ya need the same identity to find how he soars

He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun

Call him Timbaland the resurrection


Don't try to hide from ya fear


Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?


This is the love man you're talking to


His beats are dope, I try to tell you

Can't nobody see us in the nine eight

Or the nine nine

(Freaky freaky)

You're late

(Freaky) You're late

(Freaky) You're late

(Hey girls and guys)

You're late

Like y'all, the public

Is y'all the public

Ya do it so well

This goes out to y'all

Quiet Storm, Z-man

1 Life 2 Live

Little Man

Wanna thank y'all

For makin' us

Who we are today

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