I Get It On Lyrics by Timbaland & Magoo

I Get It On Lyrics

    What's up jack?

    [lil' man]
    This goes out, uh huh
    It goes out, uh huh
    To all the b-biters, huh? what?
    Timbaland got something to say ya'll
    Check him out
    This is the lil' man speaking right now
    Yo, timbaland, kick it

    [timb]
    If it's money to be made, i guess i'm the printer
    If it's ice to be rocked, i guess i'm the winner
    You know my crew, ginuwine, not the pretender
    One in a million like aaliyah
    Burn like gonorrhea, what?
    I beat the beater, snares everywhere
    Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
    Audiences growing like a newborn
    You must be on some new and improved
    Lyrically i murder tracks, put two in a crew
    Tell me, who wanna mo'
    Catch me in the studio, what? doing a do
    Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up with joint that's mean
    >from new york, va to cali, all points in between

    Timbo i even bowed it down in no
    And every corner that i flow
    You know i get it on
    Timbo, i even bowed it down in no
    And every corner that i flow
    I get it on

    [lil' man]
    Can you get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out (um hmm)

    Can we get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out (um hmm)

    [timb]
    I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
    Shit that i dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
    Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
    Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (whew)
    Hip to the hop when i came in the do' (what?)
    Missy went platinum then i came in some mo' (what?)
    Aaliyah, then ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)
    Outside production on coko and total
    Fugitive wanna buy the man for real
    Got warrrents beats and program to kill
    Timbaland nigga, and i'm ill
    Don't believe me? take the back of your hand and feel

    I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow
    I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough
    Im burnin' up, up top and down south they know
    When it come to these beats i don't play, yo
    I get it on

    [lil' man]
    Can i get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out, yeah (um hmm)

    Can we get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out (um hmm)
    Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it

    [bassey]
    I come sweeter than a two seater benz
    Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
    It never ends, expensive indeed
    Without the c's, lavish habits love the carats
    Nigga's with mad weaves
    Spendin' money ain't nuthin'
    Nigga's who style frontin'
    And then pretend ya gettin' old
    Nigga, we let you know, diamond district
    Platinum rolex's with the chips in it
    Mmoney to burn, nigga when will you learn
    It's automatic, now i realize i gotta have
    Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch
    There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot shit
    Check the whip, i'm banging from my land to my six
    Had you screamin' at the show saying bassey's a hit
    I got the gift and nigga's know i'm ready for this
    Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

    [timb & lil' man]
    And i told ya'll we won't miss, what?

    [lil man]
    Did she get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out (um hmm)
    Point 'em out, what?

    Did she get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out, yeah (um hmm)

    Can i get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out, uh (um hmm)

    Can he get it on? (um hmm)
    Are ya hands up? (um hmm)
    Where all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out nigga (um hmm)
    Now point 'em out, what?

    Now let's ride, yeah boo

    Yo, timbaland
    People don't understand how you do these beats, yo
    Ha, even i don't understand
    You know people always tryin' to bite you
    And made stuff like you
    You da man right now
    I ain't mad at cha
    Play on playa



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