Justin Timberlake Feat. Timbaland – “Sexy Back”feat. Timbaland

I’m bringing sexy back
Them other boys don’t know how to act
I think your special whats behind your back
So turn around and ill pick up the slack.

Take em’ to the bridge

BRIDGE:
Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way

Take em‘ to the chorus

CHORUS:
Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you’re working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
(x6)

Get your sexy on

I’m bringing sexy back
Them other fuckers don’t know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast

Take em‘ to the bridge

BRIDGE

CHORUS

I’m bringing sexy back
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that’s your girl you better watch your back
Cause she’ll burn it up for me and that’s a fact

Take em‘ to the chorus

CHORUS

Timbaland Feat. Dr. Dre, Justin Timberlake & Missy Elliott – “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
Feat 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)

[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)

T-Pain Feat. 2 Pistols – She Got It

[Chorus:]
I know she got it Cause she lookin at me like she want it (Want It)
She Drop it low, Make me wanna throw Some d’s on it (Hey)
Whatever it is you cant stop it, cause she get lowww
When she on that pole, and that lets me know
She got it X 10
(psst) Whoa, She Got it,Shawty, She gottt ittt

[Verse 1:]
Excuse me why let me talk to ya for a second,
Lil mama so fine she got the whole sqar sweatin,
Damn, how you fit all that in dem jeans
Was the question that i asked followed by let me buy you a drink, drink
Young boss baby i treat cha‘ treat cha‘ to the finer things
Neck bling, wrist bling, wedding ring, nah im playin
Might light you neck or wrist
But cha got a right nice dicket?,ugh
Take trips with the ???
She got it (she got it) She got it (She Got It) thats what Pain sayin
Them other niggas lame man, lil mamma i got the game plan
2 pistols, me and you boss i make it happen while they talk
Ridin 6’s while they walk

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Girl you know you got it,
Cute face and all one hell of a body
Reppin when she walk by me, then I whisper in her ear let go get private
You know Duff Doff, girl you so soft
And its a blessin to see her wit all them clothes off
Baby look good with them clothes on
It’s so on, lil mama so grown
Gotta cute shake with them nice thighs
And a pretty set of tities, thin waist, with them borwn eyes
Here you fuckin with the right guy
Go ahead and give it to me, not later baby right nowd
Look at the way she shake it yeah
Makin me dont wanna take it there ( take it where)
This my plan ,when i get a chan leave with chou if i can
Yeah i got an old lady, do you got an old man
Girl understand we aint gatta hold hands
Cause this aint love its straight lust
I have you back in the morning before he wake up
Approaching, hopefully, she gon be bout it
Cause real tough shawty, sure nuff got it
What it is Baby

[Chorus]

She got it and she know that shes the soul
(She got it) (She got it) (She got it)
Finest body that i ever seen before
(She got it) (She got) (She got it)
She got it and she know that she the soul
(She got it) (She got it) (She got it)
[Fading] Finest body that i ever seen before

The Game – G.A.M.E.

[The Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to „Kiss the Game Goodbye“ like Jada
Get your shit pushed back like Jada’s CD
I’ll put your brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it’s right there dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it’s pussy, I might share it dog, beef I’m right here dog
I’m on the block, white Nike Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22’s on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain’t seen the movie yet
Better have that glock stuffed tonight
I’m comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon‘, make, it
A block bust tonight

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Getting American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
It’s a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

[The Game]
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can’t ball? Then it’s probably the haters
Can’t breathe then it’s probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon‘ cry when he hit, the more pain
the more blood drain, he ain’t survivin shit
And your niggaz ain’t gon‘ ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that „Cali Love“ shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time’ll do
And I dare y’all to stop on the ‚Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it

[Chorus]

[Young Noble]
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to ‚Pac, I’m the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box ‚em in, square it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left right there
N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton that’ll find yo‘ ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that’ll hide yo‘ ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin with mine
It’s a thin line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain’t the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c’mon

[Chorus]

The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name

THAT’S NOT MY NAME

Four letter word just to get me along
It’s a difficulty and i’m biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now

Holding back, everyday the same
Don’t wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me ‚hell‘
They call me ‚Stacey‘
They call me ‚her‘
They call me ‚Jane‘
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

They call me ‚quiet girl‘
But i’m an ‚riot‘ (?)
Maybe ‚Joleisa‘
Always the same
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

I miss the catch if they through me the ball
I’m the last kid standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now

So alone all the time at night
Lock myself away
Listen to me, i’m not
Although i’m dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me ‚hell‘
They call me ‚Stacey‘
They call me ‚her‘
They call me ‚Jane‘
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

They call me ‚quiet girl‘
But i’m an ‚riot‘ (?)
Maybe ‚Joleisa‘
Always the same
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?

…continues with chorus overlapping