Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - Cant Nobody

[timbaland]

Cmon ah what? ah, what?

Cmon, ah, what? ah, what?

Cmon, cmon, ah, what?

Ah, 1 life 2 live, what?

Ah, what?

[1 life]

Live, huh? yeah

Yall cats aint ready, Im just too much

When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much

If I aint known you twenty years, I dont trust you much

Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers, yeah

I dont care if they crackin down

Imma drug graduate without the caps and gowns

I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds

And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns

[babe blue]

Smash you down, patch you down

We take yo guns and we blast yo round

Pass the crown to the new female king

This is real dog, you nuthin but a lee nail thing

[1 life]

Like the end of the world

We put it all to a stop and

Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon flock

And you go against us and you all gonna flop

When we reign, you gon need more than a mop

[all]

1 - cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like we do

(what what what what what)

Cant nobody do it like yall do

(what what what what)

When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds

This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds

Since some of you peoples houses I be cruisin around

Slow it down cuz I think that Im losing you now

For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to stop

Cuz the union is in here, toast it up

When they shoot you suppose to duck

Look at them by the bar posing drunk

(say what? )

[babe blue]

We dont care who we toast in here

We get you for how much you gross this year

You not a punk, you suppose to fear

Better not come out until the coast is clear

[1 life]

Totin beer, you hatin, sayin how they get a deal that fast

But even without this rap game I still have cash

My mommy wears a money wiz, Im trickin buying vickey secret

Just to cover her punani hair

Repeat 1

[lil man]

Uh oh, you didnt think I was coming

My people cant stand for the little man

To rock without or with bad

I can determine what chu gon do

Are ya gon play it? are ya gon move?

The party aint gon start if ya dont dance

I dont care if you leave, but you still be my man

I dont get mad over silly pettyness

I say to hell with it, say oh well with it

Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet

Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique

His beats are like sean archer and caster troy

Ya need the same identity to find how he soars

Hes the wicked man, the wicked just begun

Call him timbaland the resurrection

Clear-ese

Dont try to hide from ya fear

Clear-ese

Dont ya hear the set got in ya ear?

Clear-ese

This is the love man youre talking to

Clear-ese

His beats are dope, I try to tell you

Cant nobody see us in the nine eight

Or the nine nine

(freaky freaky)

Youre late

(freaky) youre late

(freaky) youre late

(hey girls and guys)

Youre late

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

Like yall, the public

Is yall the public

Ya do it so well

This goes out to yall

Quiet storm, z-man

1 life 2 live

Little man

Wanna thank yall

For makin us

Who we are today

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - Cant Nobody [timbaland] Cmon ah what? ah, what? Cmon, ah, what? ah, what? Cmon, cmon, ah, what? Ah, 1 life 2 live, what? Ah, what? [1 life] Live, huh? yeah Yall cats aint ready, Im just too much When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much If I aint known you twenty years, I dont trust you much Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers, yeah I dont care if they crackin down Imma drug graduate without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns [babe blue] Smash you down, patch you down We take yo guns and we blast yo round Pass the crown to the new female king This is real dog, you nuthin but a lee nail thing [1 life] Like the end of the world We put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon flock And you go against us and you all gonna flop When we reign, you gon need more than a mop [all] 1 - cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what what) Cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what) Cant nobody do it like we do (what what what what what) Cant nobody do it like yall do (what what what what) When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds Since some of you peoples houses I be cruisin around Slow it down cuz I think that Im losing you now For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to stop Cuz the union is in here, toast it up When they shoot you suppose to duck Look at them by the bar posing drunk (say what? ) [babe blue] We dont care who we toast in here We get you for how much you gross this year You not a punk, you suppose to fear Better not come out until the coast is clear [1 life] Totin beer, you hatin, sayin how they get a deal that fast But even without this rap game I still have cash My mommy wears a money wiz, Im trickin buying vickey secret Just to cover her punani hair Repeat 1 [lil man] Uh oh, you didnt think I was coming My people cant stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can determine what chu gon do Are ya gon play it? are ya gon move? The party aint gon start if ya dont dance I dont care if you leave, but you still be my man I dont get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique His beats are like sean archer and caster troy Ya need the same identity to find how he soars Hes the wicked man, the wicked just begun Call him timbaland the resurrection Clear-ese Dont try to hide from ya fear Clear-ese Dont ya hear the set got in ya ear? Clear-ese This is the love man youre talking to Clear-ese His beats are dope, I try to tell you Cant nobody see us in the nine eight Or the nine nine (freaky freaky) Youre late (freaky) youre late (freaky) youre late (hey girls and guys) Youre late Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Like yall, the public Is yall the public Ya do it so well This goes out to yall Quiet storm, z-man 1 life 2 live Little man Wanna thank yall For makin us Who we are today Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Cant Nobody: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8507.html Все тексты песен: Timbaland » Timbaland - Wit Yo Bad Self » Timbaland - To My » Timbaland - Put `Em On » Timbaland - 3: 30 in The Morning » Timbaland - Fat Rabbit » Timbaland - Indian Carpet » Timbaland - Who Am I » Timbaland - Feel It » Timbaland - 15 After Da Hour » Timbaland - Joy » Timbaland - Da Funk » Timbaland - Talking on The Phone » Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout » Timbaland - To My » Timbaland - Put em On » Timbaland - Deep in Your Memory » Timbaland - People Like Myself » Timbaland - Talkin Trash » Timbaland - Sex Beat » Timbaland - Peepin My Style Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Рассказ пассажира в поезде Абакан-Москва » Юрий Нестеренко - В этом городе, похожем на общественный сортир... » Юрий Ким - Зима » Юрий Визбор - Хамар-Дабан » Юрий Антонов - У берез и сосен » Юрий Лорес - Нимфа » Юрий Панюшкин - Половинка первая » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Песня кающегося монаха » Юрий Зыков - Встану с первым криком петуха... » Юрий Устинов - Сколько шалости позволяет себе молодой бегемот... » Юлия Колосовская - Весенние сумерки. Девятнадцать часов... » Юрий Нестеренко - To be or not to be? Вот в чем нелепость... » Юрий Визбор - Солнце дрожит в воде... » Юлия Колосовская - Песня про капитана Дюка » Юрий Визбор - Фанские горы » Юлий Ким - Анонимное письмо в совет » Юрий Карпов - Клубный дух » Юрий Визбор - Задраены верхние люки, штурвала блестит колесо... » Ю-Питер - Реки Бэгэ » Юрий Любаров - Баллада Люсиного мужа
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