Wit` Yo` Bad Self lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : Wit` Yo` Bad Self
 


featuring Mad Skillz

[Timbaland]
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)
Skillz

[Mad Skillz]
Now listen baby
girl I don't like kissin
Flip your back out
and we can start twistin
Check the intuition
the dime definition
Cop all the rocks that
sparkle and glisten
Where your man at? Yo,
that cat missin
I got you on the line, you
mine, no fishin
Satisfaction, no
competition
We rock the V-12, we leave him the
6's
What's the deal? Fulfill 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
sizzle
Keep you lookin jig', your nails to
precision
Got your girls jealous, to be you
them chicks wishin
Hit it on the bullseye Boo
no missin
Keep swishin, you see gold like
Slick Rick and

Chorus: Timbaland (repeat
2X)

(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo'
bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo'
bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo' bad
self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead) Wit' yo'
bad

[Mad Skillz]
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 girl? Boom when I block
that
Treated your physique like a beat and I
rock that
You got your Hustle? 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 locked that
Oh that's your
man? I think it's time to drop that
Lay it
off, play 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 let you run the
clock back
Fallin in love? Oh never not
that
Who you know who control where they
gettin jocked at?
And in Vegas I'm hittin it
up like a slot rack
If you think you runnin
game girl you need to botch
that

Chorus

[Mad Skillz]
Now
when you came in the door, I seen you before
A
dime, fine all the way to the core
Thick enough
to make a nigga drop to the floor
Talked in
your ear til my throat got sore
Lames, she
could see my game was straight raw
Specially
since she bought my tape right out the
store
She was like, "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 placin bets girl, then
you best be sure
Slick, if you sick, then I
got the cure
Chrome spinnin, we winnin Boo,
check the score
Filthy rich, I like to dress
like I'm four
Have the chicks fightin like the
next World War
Sure, yo you never treat em like
a whore
Like Jay said, "Love it or hate it,
eith-er
or"

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Uhh,
what, uh huh
What, like that,
what
Timbaland, what
Mad Skillz,
uhh
Collabo', what
Don't go, baby
Don't
go, baby baby
Don't go

Chorus (w/o
Timbaland)

(Go ahead) 2X