Lyric People Like Myself - Timbaland y Magoo

Lyric Song People Like Myself: Chorus Timbaland
People like myselfonly hang with self cause that s the way to go
I can t go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my leftpeople on my rightall in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

repeat Chorus

Magoo
It s Mag from your TV screenbuzzin off the Jim Beam
But the Mag y all think y all know ain t what I seem
I m a low down freak from Seapeak
See them high school matesI see em and don t speak
All y all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause I m doin my thangnow you wanna bask in my fame
That s why I stay out the clubbe in the crib
Smokin a dubcountin my cashover the phone
And I m sellin cell phonesall with chips
My nine to bloodsmy glock to cripswho want war
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I ma bring hand grenadesnow you re laid!
Pull out my dickpiss on your bitch ass
Sit on your facenow you gotta kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
and haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan

Chorus

Timbaland
Uhhuhhuhh since I got bigger bigger
I m over here and y all recite Tim s my nigga nigga
Like I just figure figure
And my tracks didn t help niggaz
So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep em in DJ s for that new Jigga
Like them forty two Girbauds
I pocket every demolike Timbaland he s that next nigga
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she s the next to go
Now I m checkin every joint and every unit I sold
Once I m deep in the doughI m deep with a crew
In the 80 s y all screamed like the movie is through
Y all screamin this is "Nutty Professor Part II"
To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I choose
I can appreciate a Kidman to aTom Cruise
To afast foodI m strictly drive through
The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools

Chorus

Magoo
Even the phone spit itGod know what I m thinkin
I m drinkin and smokin and stressingo to church for confession
Down on my kneesbeggin to Godshow me the path
My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me
Sick of niggaz bitchinwishin I d fail
Tell em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
I m spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
Rappin mo iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella

Timbaland
Stopthe press!
Bitchyou can t afford that dressyou can t afford that hairdo
I don t want your sexhere take your fast food
"Tim you re dead wrongTim you re dead rude!"
Hey girlI don t even know you
"Timbaland we re your first cousin Marion Sue"
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage booswhat

Chorus sung by Static repeat 2X

feat Static Playa