Origineel
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)
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
Vertaling
Wat is er, Jack?
Dit gaat uit, uh, huh, het gaat uit, uh, huh
naar alle Biters, huh? Wat?
Timbaland heeft iets te zeggen, check hem uit.
Dit is de kleine man die nu spreekt, 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
Publiek groeit als een pasgeborene
Je moet op een nieuwe en verbeterde zijn
Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Zeg me wie er mo’ wil, betrap me in de studio, wat? Doing a do
Geef me 10 minuten, en ik geef je een joint die gemeen is
Van New York, VA tot Cali, alle punten daartussen
Timbo, ik heb het zelfs gebowed in NO
En op elke hoek waar ik flow, weet je dat ik het doe
Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO
En elke hoek dat ik flow, krijg ik het op
Can you get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Zijn ya handen omhoog?
(Um, hmm)
Waar zijn alle playa haters?
(Um hmm)
Now point ‘em out
(Um hmm)
Can we get it on?
(Um hmm)
Zijn je handen omhoog?
(Um hmm)
Waar zijn alle playa haters?
(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)
Hip to the hop when I came in the do’
(Wat?)
Missy ging platinum toen kwam ik in wat mo’
(Wat?)
Aaliyah, toen Ginuwine, Mag en twee 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
Geloof je me niet? Neem de rug van je hand en voel
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 comes to these beats I don’t play, yo, I get it on
Can I get it on?
(Um, hmm)
Zijn je handen omhoog?
(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
Het houdt nooit op, duur inderdaad
Without the C’s lavish habits love the carats, nigga’s with mad weaves
Geld uitgeven is niet niks, nigga’s die stijlvol zijn
En dan doen alsof je oud wordt
Neger, we laten het je weten, diamanten wijk
Platinum Rolexen met de chips erin
Geld om te verbranden, nigga wanneer zal je het leren
Het is automatisch, nu realiseer ik me dat ik moet hebben
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
Je schreeuwt in de show dat Bassey een hit is
Ik heb de gave en nigga’s weten dat ik er klaar voor ben
Ogen dicht, lippen verzegeld en bereid je voor op de kus
And I told ya’ll we won’t miss, what?
Heeft ze het op?
(Um, hmm)
Are ya hands up?
(Um, hmm)
Where all the playa haters at?
(Um, hmm)
Now point ‘em out
(Um, hmm)
Wijs ze aan, wat?
Heeft ze het op?
(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)
Nu wijs ze aan, 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)
Wijs ze nu aan, wat?
Now let’s ride, yeah, boo
Yo, Timbaland, mensen begrijpen niet
Hoe je deze beats doet, yo, ha, zelfs ik begrijp het niet
Je weet dat mensen je altijd proberen te bijten
En dingen maken zoals jij
You da man right now, I ain’t mad at cha, play on playa