[Verse 1:]
A aint got no fillin,
Ama let these niggaz know,
A been killin em wit these beats,
Now am spittin dem killer flows,
Whatcha know bout me dog,
Not a damn thing,
Gotta problem u can c me in da streets dog,
Am on 1 man game,
Dont take this lightly,
If a want u dead its done,
A can make dat hype n b cuts,
Nigga ma bread is long,
A done been both sides of the tracks,
U can say a trained da game,
A lotta niggaz tryna get in ma lane,
Err body askin me da same ol thing, (what they say)
[Chorus: x8]
Oh timbaland,
Where he go run 2?,
(nowhere)
[Verse 2:]
A aint goin nowhere dog,
Ama b right here in ya face,
Cant do it like me dog,
Ya kick drum aint got enough bass,
Dont ever talk bad about me,
U jus might make me mad,
N a jus might c u sumwhere,
N brake ur ass in half,
Its nothin but timbaland in da u strip,
Now am in a whole nother zone,
U can let me do me,
U can do u,
O get popped in ya door,
Hit love on the verge 2 da block,
So recognize da game,
Timbaland aint gonna run mowhere baby,
Timbaland got private planes,
[Chorus: x8]
Oh timbaland,
Where he go run 2?,
(nowhere)
[Verse 3:]
A been around,
Sometime long ago,
A seen da life,
Dont act like u aint seen it b4,
Am listenin dog,
U aint sayin shit,
U can keep on wishin,
U never make a hit,
Yeah a got money,
Take it all from me,
I'mma gon b da same,
U can get a few whips,
U can get a few chips,
U still gon be a lame,
We aint da same my nigga,
Am on some other shit,
I'mma say this plain n simple,
Nigga take this punishment,
Ama take yall on a trip,
Ama take yall on a ride,
And 1 day am gon dip, but a won't be hard to find
Timbaland - Shock Value Album Lyrics
Timbaland - Shock Value Lyrics
Writer: NINA SIMONE, TIMOTHY MOSLEY, TIMOTHY CLAYTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Give It To Me
[ Featuring Nelly Furtado, Justin Timberlake ]
Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going?
I don't know what you're looking for
[Nelly Furtado:]
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye)
I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly
Seen ya try to switch it up, but girl you ain't got to
I'm the wonderwoman, let me go get my ropes
I'm a supermodel and mummy, sí, mummy
Amnesty international got bankrupt (i'm on top, on lock)
You love my ass and my abs and the video called "promiscuous"
My style is miticulous
[chorus: Nelly Furtado]
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
[Timbaland:]
When timbo is in the party everbody put up their hands
I get a half a mill for my beats... you get a couple grand
Never gonna see the day that i ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan
I'm a real producer and you just the piano man
Your song gonna top the charts, i heard em, i'm not a fan
Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them their chance
Somebody need to tell 'em they can't do it like i can
[chorus: Nelly Furtado]
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
[Justin Timberlake:]
Could you speak up and stop the mumbling
I don't think you're getting clear.
Sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here.
I saw you tryin' to act cute on tv just let me clear the air.
We missed you on the charts last week
Damn that's right, you wasn't there.
If "sexy" never left, then why's everybody on my shit?
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it.
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
'cuz our run will never be over, not at least until we say
[chorus: Nelly Furtado]
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Writer: Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Justin R. Timberlake, Nelly Kim Furtado, Timothy Clayton, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Release
[ Featuring Justin Timberlake ]
[Intro:]
Alright
Hey
Clap
Oh
I need you girl (Hey)
I really need you
I need you girl
(Let me tell you something)
I think am getting in charge (yeah)
So feel the party codes (yeah)
With all my Gs in the back (yeah)
Who needs a bodyguard (yeah)
I think I need to...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of...
(Oh, yeah)
I push the party stars (yeah)
They just can't even see me (yeah)
We flame the party hard (yeah)
I think I need to...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Who holds the party strikes
He keeps the party movin'
The club is over packed
Look this can't wait till dawn
(Yeah)
We've got a video (yeah)
I think we are late for our shoot (yeah)
We had our video (yeah)
Hey, these girls ain't cute (yeah)
They want me to do my part (yeah)
But first I gotta...
[Chorus:]
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Whose here to party
Release
I am out of control
I'm out of body
Release
I am out of control
Writer: XAVIER LORENZO MOSLEY, TIMOTHY JEROME PARKER, VINCENT SEGAL, TOM WILLIAM SHIMURA, SAUL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Way I Are
[ Featuring Keri Hilson, D.O.E. ]
Yeah!.. yeah!.. Remember the time, baby...
[Verse 1: Timbaland & (Nephew - Simon Kvamm)]
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no car to take you on a date (aha)
I can't even buy you flowers
But together we could be the perfect soulmates (aha)
Talk to me girl
[Bridge: Keri Hilson]
(Oh) Baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go dutch you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
thug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Nephew - Simon Kvamm)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian, everything is what it is)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian everything is free)
[Verse 2: Timbaland & (Nephew - Simon Kvamm)]
I ain't got no Visa
I ain't got no Red American Express (aha)
We can't go nowhere exotic
It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you best (aha)
Talk to me girl
[Bridge 2: Keri Hilson]
(Oh) Baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go dutch you can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
thug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Keri Hilson & (Nephew - Simon Kvamm)]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian, everything is what it is)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian everything is what it is)
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian everything is what it is)
I don't need the G's or the car keys
Boy I like you just the way you are
(I'm Scandinavian everything is free)
[Verse 3: D.O.E. (Nephew - Simon Kvamm)]
Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a house
Listen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float ya boat
So listen baby girl (og) once you get a dose of D.O.E. you gon' want some mo'
So listen baby girl (og) yeah
[Bridge 3: Nephew - Simon Kvamm]
And we will do it again when
We'll play it again then
And you will hear it again, and
Again and again and
thug it out 'til we get it right
[Chorus: Nephew - Simon Kvamm & (D.O.E.)]
Nothing but the Scandinavian way I are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equiped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
Nothing but the Scandinavian way I are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equiped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
'Cause I like you just the way you are)
Love me the Scandinavian way I are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equiped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
It's properly, the Scandinavian way I are
(I'm about to strip and I'm well equiped
Can you handle me the way I are?)
I'm Scandinavian everything is, what it is (og) [x3]
Writer: Balewa Muhammed, Candice Nelson, Floyd Hills, Garland Mosley, John Maultsby, Keri Hilson, Timothy Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC
Bounce
(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
Writer: HERSH, QUAITES, SHEIST, YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Come And Get Me
Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid You
I Knew You niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You
Thinkin You Can See The King, When You Unofficial
You Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I'll Launch These Missiles
I'm A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearin Shit Up
We Aint Like Them Other Fools, Who Dont Compare To Us
All The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It Up
But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up
When My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On Board
They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours
I Get Respect Homie All Across The Board
I Get A Quarter Mill A Track Without An Award
Ever Wanna Test A Nigga Then Come See Me
In The Street I Hold My Ground Like I'm Concrete
I Know Shit Aint Sweet so When Shit Get Deep
I'm Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep
(Nigga)
[Chorus:]
I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See Me
You Know Where I'm At If You, If You Want It Come Get Me [x2]
[50 Cent:]
Nigga You Violate I Regulate Rat Tat Tat
Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech
Run and A Bullseye Form on Your Back
It's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac
I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload Cut A Nigga Quick
Ye My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy Shit
Nigga Thats What I see Through
You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherf*cker I Eat You
You Food And I'm In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer Fly
Nigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die
Your Choice, You Choose
I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot
Nigga.. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek
You Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes Close
Your Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop,
Your Ass Dead, You F*cked Kid
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider
P89 Ye I Let My Toast Slide, Costa Rica To Brazil
I Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your Bitch Bald Headed
Like Britney Spears, I'm In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money
2 More Flips Thats Anna Nicole Smith Money, F*ck A G4
I'm In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats Airplane Talk
I'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands
Spaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me Blunted,
There's No Talk Abouts.. You Dont F*ck On An Empty Stomach
By Out The Mall, Then Hug The Block, Hundred Thou Wood Grain
In A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The Club
Got My Ruge In The Club, Pay A Bouncer A Buck
Now My Uz In The Club, Ye Nigga
[Chorus]
Writer: MARVIN BERNARD, TIMOTHY CLAYTON, FLOYD NATHANIEL HILLS, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Kill Yourself
[Voice:]
Get Out, You Can't Be In Here, You Have To Get Out.
I Implore You, Please?.. Please?..
You All Going To Die Down Here...
It's Life Or Death, Either One,
The King Is Back, Take Heat And Run,
I Piss And Take A Shit On Ur Beef For Fun,
I Killed The Game, I Aint Even Used A Gun,
Who Better Than Me? Don't Make Me Laugh,
I Run This Shit,They Just Chase My Ass,
I Aint Talkin Shit Nigga, Just Tellin The Facts,
I Think All The Tracks Im Hearin From Niggas Is Whack,
I Be Hearin These Niggas,
What They Say In They Rhymes,
I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine,
I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks,
U Disagree Homie Then Go On And Jump,
U Can Bump Ur Gum,
U Can Say What U Want,
Thats All U Gon Do Cuz Yall Niggas Is Punks,
Im Number One, U Aint Nuthin' But Shit,
When They Need A Hit Im Who They Gon' And Get,
Talk To Me...
[Chorus:]
If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,
If You Wont F*ck Wit Me I Wont F*ck Wichu,
We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,
Nigga If U Dont F*ck Wit Me I Wont F*ck Wit U,
Gon' Head
Kill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill Yourself
Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
Kill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Im Tired Of Niggas, Niggas Is Tired,
U Aint A G, I See Bitch In Ur Eyes,
If U Close To Me, U Suposed To Be,
But Most Of U Rap Niggas Is Hoes To Me,
Wherever U From, The Question I Ask,
Is Do U Think I Give A F*ck, Riddle Me That,
Cuz In My Hood And U Jump Into Hell And Back,
This Industry Shit, To Hell Wit That,
I Seen Em Come, I Seen Em Go,
I Doubt If U Can Show Me Sum'in I Aint Seen Before,
Who Suposed To Be In Charge? I Need To Know,
When I Shake Ur Hand Ima Step On Ur Toe,
Go Getcha Gun, Go Getcha Click,
Imma Be Rite Here Chillin Wit Yo Bitch,
U Mad At Me? Cuz Im Gettin Rich,
Well Put The Pistol To Ur Head And Empty The Clip, Pop Nigga!
[Chorus:]
If You Got Love For Me I Got Love For You,
If You Wont F*ck Wit Me I Wont F*ck Wichu,
We Can Do It Howeva U Wanna Do,
Nigga If U Dont F*ck Wit Me I Wont F*ck Wit U,
Gon' Head
Kill Yourself Kill Yourself Kill Yourself
Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Yourself,
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
Don' Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
Kill Your Self Don' Kill Yourself,
Kill Your Self Kill Your Self
If I Was You I Wouldn' Fell Myself,
See My Heart, Feel My Pain
Some Of Dese Stars, Some Is Lames,
How They Follow Little Trends To Get They Fame,
I Aint Snappin My Damn Fingers To Get In The Game,
U Claim U Rich, Show Me Son,
If U Got So Many Dollas Then Loan Me One,
Fools Think They Killas They Own A Gun,
When U No U Bout As Sweet As A Honey Bun,
Trash Ur Broads, Behind A Bar,
Like U Dat Dude Frontin Hard,
Vip Bands Dont Make U A Star,
Like We Really Still Dont No Who The F*ck U Are,
Dont Talk Behind My Back Just Call Me Nigga,
Move My Heart To The Side
Make Room To Forgive Ya
If U Still Wanna Hang, We'll Come To Get Ya,
Put The Rope Around Ur Neck And Jump My Nigga!
[Voice:]
Your All Going To Die Down Here...
Get Out Get Out You Cant Be In Here...
You're All Going To Die Down Here..
Writer: TIMOTHY CLAYTON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, MOSLEY WAVERLY GARLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Boardmeeting
[ Featuring Magoo ]
Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell ya
You got me feining for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna to start
And where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]
Come in my cypher with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]
Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga heartbreaker man fo sho
In the back of my mind, girl you infidel
Even though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chest
Role play you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you, when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]
Come in my cypher with the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey! Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meeting's ajourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
Watch this
Writer: CLAYDES EUGENE SMITH, EUMIR DEODATO, FLOYD NATHANIEL HILLS, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, JAMES B. MOORE, JAMES WARREN TAYLOR, KURT WALKER, LAWRENCE SMITH, MELVIN LEE BARCLIFF, ROBERT ARTHUR FORD, ROBERT EARL BELL, ROBERT SPIKE MICKENS, RONALD N. BELL, RUSSELL W. SIMMONS, TIMOTHY CLAYTON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Fantasy
[ Featuring Money ]
[Intro:]
Let me show you boy, hah, are you ready?
Fantasy (oh) it could be (oh) couldn't we
[I was just thinkin' ... about you]
Wildest thing, (you have) ever dreamed (boy)
[So what will it be?]
[Verse 1:]
Just lookin' at you shorty lights a flame inside (inside),
I'm wonderin if you can come and help put out the fire (fire),
But you can get at me baby, tell me what you like
Cause I can be your all boy, I can be your love toy
If you ain't busy baby, I'm all yours tonight (tonight),
Let imagination take us for a field in minds
Travellin' in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life,
That no ones ever seen yet, can I....
[Hook:]
Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse 2:]
Cuz think of all the tasty things that we can try (try),
The karma you can have being within Money can buy
(ho ho ho ho)
We aint even gotta keep it quiet, boy all my walls are sound proof,
I can scream your name boo(oh)
Let me tell ya house(how), we will not disturb,
I found a place our Neighbors.. you get all that you deserve,
boy I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve,
to come see what if feels like, can I ...
[Hook:]
Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
[Verse 3:]
Touch it, touch it, feel it, Roll around it, and if you like,
Taste it, taste it, and Embrace it again a second time,
Don't you waste it, you'll regret it, Cause I can satisfy,
any fantasy that you can come with, can I ....
[Hook:]
Let me Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),
It could be (so) couldn't we..
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,
It could be (so) couldn't we
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,
It could be (so) couldn't we
Might just get it hot up in the..
Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy
Writer: FRANK GREENFIELD, WALTER WORTH MILSAP, WALTER MILSAP III, CANDICE NELSON, LAMAR VAN SCIVER, DWIGHT WATSON, ERICKA WATSON, ERIKA WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, MISSING LINK MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, MISSING LINK MUSIC
Scream
[ Featuring Keri Hilson, Nicole Scherzinger ]
I got a plan for you and I
Let's journey across the Virginia skies.
Can I have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pie
May I cut the first slice, so won't you
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
Intoxicated with desire,
And you're the designated driver, yea
I'm not afraid, 'cause I'm a rider, yeah
Ain't nothing wrong with feeling right, so won't you
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Oh)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (You make me scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right
I love it babe, got me here doing things I'd never do
Can hold me downs, why I'm here making sure, things are up for you (get it)
Like a getaway, for the lights go off, you turn on
I love this place, cause I can hear the echo when you make me ahh
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (If your feeling good)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Let me know)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Show me it feels good)
In the car, at the party
Got his hands, On your body
Don't fight it, Ooh
If you like it, Ooh
In your room, on the rooftop
Feels good, don't stop
Don't fight it, Ooh (Don't you fight it)
If you like it, Ooh (Why don't you)
[Chorus:]
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Scream)
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right ()
Scream, at the top of your lungs, everybody's feeling right (Uh, Sing it)
If you love me girl
Why don't you
If it feels good why don't you (sing it)
Uh, if you love me girl, why don't you just
Cause when it feels good it (don't fight it)
If you like it
Yeah,
Don't fight it, ooh
Yeah,
If you like it, ooh
Don't you like that
It feels so good, don't it?
Grab my hand baby
Take a walk on the beach, clear your minds
Hold your string here
Don't you like that beat
You do?
What else you like?
Hmm
I can accommodate that
Oh you like my swagger?
You like how I changed it up?
I like it too baby
But for now,
Hey the beat is going a little bit too long
Oh you like it this long? Hmm
That means you like to make love long?
Yeah, I feel that
Ooh.
I like how you shaking your hips to it
It's about to end baby, but don't you stop
Keep it going
Keep it going
Keep it going
Bring it over here
Sit on my lap
Kiss me
No no no, right here
Yeah
Ohh I like that
Ooh I like that
Ooh
I'm a stop bullshitting, haha.
Writer: Keri Lynn Hilson, Timothy Z. Mosley, Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Miscommunication
[ Featuring Keri Hilson, Sebastian ]
[Timbaland:]
Oh! Two step. Oh!
Let me talk to you girl
[Keri:]
What?
[Timbaland:]
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M.I.A. every single time
The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me
[Keri:]
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me, you're killing you're killing me
and I
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
I cannot escape
no matter what I do
can't get away from you, oh
call me everyday
and that there ain't never cool
getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
you were looking sad and lonely, oh
but that's all it was
just put you in the game
and here you go complainin'
what's up with you?
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are, killing me your killing you're killing me
and i
just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me you're killing you're killing me
whatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
[Sebastian:]
like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner
don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh
how you hard to be reached
I can put you where you hard to be reached
black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,
this your own private beach, haha
and when it comes to sex,
just a little bit of love and little bit of that
maybe push it back where your ribs is at
share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, haha
I'm just jokin' of course,
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course
if you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
if you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, NATE HILLS, KERI HILSON, GARLAND MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Bombay
Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum Pum
Ooowwwhooaa (guys)
Ahhhhhhhhhh (carries on through)(Punjabi Chick)
Yeah (Timbaland)
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Mere Gaan (My life or My Love)
Mere Gaan
Come on (Timbaland)
Ooooooooooo (carries on through)
Ye Diwanagi
Huh? (Timbaland)
Na roke kubi (May this infactuation never end)
Mere Gaan
Mere Gaan
Yeah (Timbaland)
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Mere Zindagi Tere Ho gayhe (My life has become your property)
Bring it Back (Timbaland)
Ye Diwandigi na roke kubi (May this love never end)
Break it down (Timbaland)
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
Say What? (Timbaland)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me Why)
Haah! (Timbaland)
Mudhoss hayra dil mai bat kiya? (My intoxicated Heart is surprised)
Ah ha ha ha
Pucho Na (Don't ask me why)
Ah ha ha ha
Fricky fricky dumm (DJ scratch noise...(Timbaland))
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
Haah! (Timbaland)
Kitna tashowu gay tum, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
Haah! (Timbaland)
Ahja tu ahja mere saminay tu ahja jaanu (Come on baby come to me or come in front of me)
O! (Timbaland)
Kitna tashowu gay tum, kitna bolowo gay muchay tum (how much will you tease me, how much will you call me)
Fricky fricky ahh (DJ scratch beatbox again...(Timbaland))
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
There aint no way in the world im gonna leave you baby (Timbaland)
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Your my teasure and i got the key to ya baby (Timbaland)
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Let's ride on my Titanic baby(...if u know what i mean)(Timbaland)
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Being in love goes down as one of the greatest (Timbaland)
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Theres no need without you (you) (Timbaland)
Owwwwwwhooooooooooooo (Punjabi Chick)
Baby girl you make my dream come true (Timbaland)
Sing it to me
Tu hay tu hay, Hum yaha hay (you are you are, we are here)
Aahoo chulay, ish jahan say (come on let go from this place)
Aahoo millay, zazah millay (come on lets meet, lets meet ecstasy)
Ubb hum bahoto, ek ho jahay (now let us both, become one)
Hey hey hey hey (repeats+carries on through)
Pa pum pum pa pa ra (repeats+carries on through)
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me come on
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Give it to me hey!
Put it up yo
Break it down now
Ah ah ah ah (repeats+carries on through)
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
Ahhwooahhhaaa (repeats+carries on through)
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
I like that uh
Ooowwwhooaa ooowwwhooaa
Fricky fricky break owwh (DJ scratch beat boxing)
Pum pum pum pum pa rum (repeats+carries on through)
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Doh (Timbaland)
Digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Doh (Timbaland)
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Doh (Timbaland)
Digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Haah! (Timbaland)
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Beebay (Timbaland)
Digga doh, doh doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Digga doh digga doh digga doh (Punjabi Chick)
Beebay (Timbaland)
Rooooaaaaaah (Timbaland)
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, AMARPREET DHANJAN, JAMES WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Throw It On Me
[ Featuring The Hives ]
The time has come... Flyweight champion of the world !
(Flyweight Champion of the world)... The time has come !
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Take it to the back of the club
Fast talkin' don't take this the wrong way
I been peepin' that ass
And if you give me my chance I ain't gon' play
I really want to get to know ya
That's what I told ya girl you know I don't play
I wanna put it in ya (OWW!) girl
You better do what the song say
[Chorus: The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I got so many broads
White cars I can jump in two or three in the same day
And when I park my car
Soon as I walk in the spot women say (OWW!) they
Showin' me titties
And they callin' my name and all night gotdamn babe (SHUT UP!)
Niggas is hatin' me
'Cause they girl wanna throw that thang on me like it's okay, girl !
[Chorus: The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
[Verse 3: Timbaland]
Girl, now, look at that ass
You probably a gold digger but I ain't Kanye
Baby girl you on the right track
But 'cha goin' the wrong way
And when we leave out the party baby girl
I got the game that they gon' play
And when ya wake up tomorrow
I'll be on the highway (PEACE!)
[Chorus: The Hives & (Timbaland)]
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Unh, just throw it on me, unh, just throw it on me
Unh, just throw it on me, (Wiggle that ass before ya throw it on me)
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, DAVID CORTOPASSI, RANDY FITZSIMMONS, TIMOTHY CLAYTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Time
[ Featuring She Wants Revenge ]
[Timbaland:]
I Got A Feeling She Keeps Me In The Dark
I Gotta Get Keep My Eye On Her She Aint'no Walk In The Park
Id Offer This But She Want That She She She Want It All
You See She Wanted To Paint The Picture And Say She My Broad
I Got A Little Tip From Word On The Block People Saying I Shouldn't Get Involved
But I Don' Judge Or And Try To Chage It Cause You Are Who You Are
Im Like The Drug She's Addicted To Me She Can't Leave Me Now
She Always Makin Plans To Date...Then Find Me A Maker Bye Girrll
[Chorus: She Wants Revenge]
Shes Doing Resting On The Hours That Pass Her By
Id Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Fall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A Chance
Watching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The Past
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
[Timbaland:]
I Couldn't Get Rid Of Shawty If Wanted
Cause She Was Down But I Was Tired Of Playin The Role Like I Ain't Know That She Get Around
Something About This Girl Facinates Me Shes The Type That Likes To Hang With The Stars
The Way She Makes Me Feel And Sedates Me Who Knew We Would Take It This Far
Everywhere That I Try To Go She Gotta Wanna Post Up With My Face On It
Soon As I Walk Out The Door There It Is Wanna Postin Up With My Face On It
Can't Blame My Self And Its Not My Fault Cause Nothing Was Promised At Least I Could Say I Was Honest But Bye Girll
[Chorus: She Wants Revenge]
Shes Doing Resting On The Hours That Pass Her By
Id Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Fall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A Chance
Watching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The Past
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
[Intsrumental Break]
[Chorus: She Wants Revenge]
Shes Doing Resting On The Hours That Pass Her By
Id Pay Attention If I Thought It Was Worth The Time
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Fall Back On Reasons That We Know Won't Stand A Chance
Watching Our Shoulders Like A Memory From The Past
I Tell Their Easy But Her Hands They Find A Way
Confusing Passion For The Laws We Never Gave
Writer: JUSTIN WARFIELD, TIM MOSLEY, ADAM BRAVIN, TIM CLAYTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
One and Only
[ Featuring Fall Out Boy ]
[Timbaland:]
I'm head over heels for someone I
that I really cant' deal with
I wanna block her out my mind
but I really can't do it
I tell myself this the last time
Ima let her do this to me
Whenever we do spend time I realize
that I can't get enough of you
[Bidge:]
Wipe that smile off your f*cking face,
Wipe that smile of your face.
Wipe that smile off your f*cking face,
Wipe that smile of your face.
[Chorus:]
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Be my unholy, my one and my lonely.
[Verse 2:]
I wear scarves and hoods cause it's the only poker face that i've got left,
And everything I love about you is a mess.
Smash the mirror, and break the palm readers hand.
I want to be better than I am.
[Bridge:]
Wipe that smile off your f*cking face,
Wipe that smile of your face.
Wipe that smile off your f*cking face,
Wipe that smile of your face.
[Chorus:]
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Be my unholy, my one and my lonely.
[Timbaland:]
AAAAAAAAAhh,
Girl just look what you have done how could you do this to me?
I got to put my foot down, I can't let you do this to me.
I can't forget no good old times with all the things you've been doing to me.
I want to hit that one more time and make love.
What are you doing to me?
I'm going to say loud
Why don't you quit f*cking this crowd ?
What are we arguing with I thought me and you are supposed to be friends?
(mmmm)
That's true for a minute.
(for a minute )
Better yet we haven't been here for a minute.
(for a minute)
Baby put down the night sometime I wanna see you in the light
[Chorus:]
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Right in the middle, I'm right in the middle
To be disguised, to be loved.
To be dreamt of, to be sought.
To be inside, I don't care.
Be my unholy, my one and my lonely.
Writer: PETER WENTZ, PATRICK STUMP, TIM MOSLEY, H. LANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Apologize
[ Featuring OneRepublic ]
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say
Sorry like an angel, heavens not the thing for you,
But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologizes, it's too late
Woahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah
I'm holding your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground...
Writer: Ryan Tedder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
2 Man Show
[ Featuring Elton John ]
Hold Up Yall
Hold Up
Not Yet
Hold Up
Now...
Go Head
Go Head
Like That.
Yeah...
Mmm
Thats Cool
Ooooooo
Bring It In
I Heard That Come On And Play That Back
Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track
Its Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That Back
Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track
Its Just The Regular Two Man Show
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Come On Break It Down
What
Huh
Oh
I Heard That Come On And Play That Back
Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track
Its Just The Regular Two Man Show
I Heard That Come On And Play That Back
Im Really Feeling That Come On Smash Track
Its Just The Regular Two Man Show
Ooohhhh
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Doesnt It Sound Good To Ya Dont U Agree
Listen To Me Right Here
I Like That
Gimmie Gimmie That
Come On
Take It To The High Level
Go A Lil Higher Then That
Higher
Switch It Up
I Like That
I Like That
Kill Em'
I Like That
Grab Yo Lady N Hug Her Tight
Uh Huh Uh Huh
Shock Value
Me N Eltan John Signing Out
Writer: NATE HILLS, ELTON JOHN, SUHAIL LAMONT, WALTER WORTH MILSAP, WALTER MILSAP III, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY, DWIGHT WATSON, ERICKA WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Shock Value is the second solo studio album by record producer Timbaland. The album was released in the UK on April 2, 2007, and released in the US one day later. It is Timbaland's first release on his own imprint, the Interscope Records-distributed Mosley Music Group.
Shock Value features a long list of guest artists, among them Fall Out Boy, Justin Timberlake, the Hives, Keri Hilson, Nelly Furtado, Missy Elliott, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Dr. Dre, OneRepublic, Elton John, Magoo and Nicole Scherzinger.
Performed By:
TimbalandShock Value features a long list of guest artists, among them Fall Out Boy, Justin Timberlake, the Hives, Keri Hilson, Nelly Furtado, Missy Elliott, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Dr. Dre, OneRepublic, Elton John, Magoo and Nicole Scherzinger.
Genre(s): Hip hop, R&B, pop
Producer(s): Timothy "Timbaland" Mosley (exec.), Barry Hankerson (exec.), Nate "Danja" Hills, Walter "Lil Walt" Millsap III, Boss Beats, Hannon Lane, Greg Wells
Length: 66:57
Released: April 2nd, 2007
Year: 2007