(feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)    [Timbaland]  Another one    [Playa]  [1] - Here we go so wave your hands  For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland  We gon' show you how to party right  So pass the UHH and get the hype  Alright, we gon' party tonight    [Magoo]  If you're livin' for love, start livin' for life  If you're having a baby, then make her your wife  If you're up in the club where the dub  It's like a bank sell to the highest bid  Put the cash in your bank  Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow  Then fish but please honey child, don't kiss  All I want is a freak when I'm up in the club  Maybe after the dance, dinner sharp, then the tub  I'm a nigga wit' class, you're a girl with a job  Taste of my neck like corn on the cob  I'm second to none, I'm freaky as ever  Go downtown, "Well I never"    [Timbaland]  Uh, uh  Well I'm the man, that they call Timbaland  Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?  We gon' party, until the sun comes up  Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh  Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin'  There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin' (what?)  She said this, and he said that  And he said that Timbaland can't rap  But I don't care because I make dope tracks  I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that  Timbaland, where you live at?  VA baby, believe dat    [Missy]  Aiyyo, aiyyo  Now I'm rich, I once was poor  If you're late with my dough, then there's no show  I grease my hair and it still won't grow  If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go  Out the back for touchin' my back  For trying to jack every Timbaland track  Maganoo, where you was?  They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs  Where's the spray? I'ma spray 'em good  So the next time they bite they die like "Ugh"  I'ma roll up the biggest dutchie  Get some sweets cuz I got the munchies    [Repeat 1]  [Repeat 1]    [Magoo]  He he  Girl, when the bar open up five rum  Everybody wanna get a buzz, get some  9 out of 10, all girls gonna freak  Just gon' depend on who they gonna freak  Don't gotta floss, all girls know they name  Only near, chillin' in the club, no game  Brotha mad at me cuz I got cheddar cheese  When the club close got his girl on her knees  Oh man please, learn the two degrees  Degree number one, keep your hon off trees  Degree number two, keep your girl 'round you  Never trust a girl, Lord knows what she do    [Timbaland]  Uh huh  Tricks - is what I got in my bag  Hits - is what I make out the lab  Ritz - is the crackers that I eat  Bitch - is what a man don't need  Rubber - shows I'm a careful lover  Stutter - is what I do in trouble, what?    [Missy]  My man, Timbaland  He make beats for the streets  See, me and Maganoo  In the back rollin' trees  Gettin' high off the phone  Tell a nigga what chu want, HEY!    [Missy]  Now, I'm in the S-L-K  I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway  Spray my hairspray so the waves obey  So when I say stay, them bitches stay  Oh by the way  Me and Timbaland, we got the beats to make you dance    [Repeat 1]  [Repeat 1]    [Playa (Aaliyah)]  Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)  Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)  Doo-do-do, doo-do-do (Yea)  Doo-do-do, doo-doo, doo doo doo (Yea)  Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo........(Yea)