Текст песни: Timbaland - Peepin My Style
Uh
Uhh
I dont think they ready for this
Another timbaland master piece
Uh
I dont think they ready
Verse 1: timbaland
Uh, timbaland the funky beat maka
I can rock the u.s. and all of jamaica
I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle
When its hot outside I eat popsicles
Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?
Im throwin a house party and the stars at night
All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts
Im gonna mingle a little and start to flirt
Baby, dont get an attitude
Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool
I aint got no time for the silly game
Timb and maganoo, I got all the game
Chorus:
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Verse 2: timbaland
Check it, lets take it to another level
One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
Check it, now Im back to my basic rhythme
Check out ill ass flow Im about to give him
Im a make him dance and make em shake they ass
But not to slow and not to fast
Timbaland aint got nuthin to prove
I done did five years and pay my due
I got my mine big e and big rodney
Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on me
I dont mean to brag, I dont mean to boast
But I got baking me some of that good french toast
Let me take it to another level, Im the host
As I can get freaky, fre-freaky-fre-freaky
Ooooooh
Chorus 2x
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (what? )
Da-da-da-da-dah
Da-da
Da-da
Da-da
Dah
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (check it out)
Repeat
I said----(repeats verse one)
I flippin on all yall like dat
Know what Im sayin
Now I got to be out
Two verses
The first verse repeats itself
Now dat, now dat you are peepin my style
Check it
Chorus 2x
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Uh
Uhh
I dont think they ready for this
Another timbaland master piece
Uh
I dont think they ready
Verse 1: timbaland
Uh, timbaland the funky beat maka
I can rock the u.s. and all of jamaica
I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle
When its hot outside I eat popsicles
Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?
Im throwin a house party and the stars at night
All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts
Im gonna mingle a little and start to flirt
Baby, dont get an attitude
Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool
I aint got no time for the silly game
Timb and maganoo, I got all the game
Chorus:
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Verse 2: timbaland
Check it, lets take it to another level
One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "dont stop the body rock"
Check it, now Im back to my basic rhythme
Check out ill ass flow Im about to give him
Im a make him dance and make em shake they ass
But not to slow and not to fast
Timbaland aint got nuthin to prove
I done did five years and pay my due
I got my mine big e and big rodney
Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on me
I dont mean to brag, I dont mean to boast
But I got baking me some of that good french toast
Let me take it to another level, Im the host
As I can get freaky, fre-freaky-fre-freaky
Ooooooh
Chorus 2x
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (what? )
Da-da-da-da-dah
Da-da
Da-da
Da-da
Dah
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (check it out)
Repeat
I said----(repeats verse one)
I flippin on all yall like dat
Know what Im sayin
Now I got to be out
Two verses
The first verse repeats itself
Now dat, now dat you are peepin my style
Check it
Chorus 2x
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