Timbaland - Have Fun lyrics

[Timbaland] Come on, can you feel me now Uh, can you feel me now Yo, can you feel me now Uh, uh, can you feel me now Everyone ready for this one They didn't know that Timbaland could go from the east coast to the west coast You know Knoc [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) It's the Knoc (ha, ha, ha) It's the Knoc, hit the block Hittin' them corners on dub two's, you stop They used to hate me now they scream Knoc's a whole lot (yeah) Ran from me now they beg me to blow spot (what) Meet a b**h (aha), down she go (aha) Lick a n***a (aha), head to toe (aha) Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes Knockin' three hoes, dippin' in the low-low (whoo) Knoc's the weapon, Tim's the beats (the beats) Runnin' ya country, the street block gets hot (ow) Walk on the block and hate when n***as change face Used to be down but now they all act fake (yeah) f** 'em (what), forget 'em, leave 'em alone Outlive 'em, purchase a home (yeah n***a) In the zone, keep the heat on I love to make red bones moan Looking like zones (cause what) [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) See me now, see me later On the town, pimp suit, black gators I get around, read my two-way pager Smoke a ounce, stay out to get paper (come on) Be out not ?, spot ? get closer Wit game, I lace her, no rock, no chaser Tim, Knoc, sh**'s over Knockin' them, four leaf-clover Knoc the rhythm, Tim's the ba** Shake ya a**, bones ache (whoo) Baby I ain't done till I'm at the earthquake Won't you calm down, chill, for heaven's sakes Came to my home and showed up in all lace (uh) We can get it on, freak zone, high stakes [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) [Knoc-turn'al] We can go get blowed Smoke dro and mack hoes Leave with a few in all black tight leather That's your girl homie, naw man I just met her Hips and a** fully blown Right skin, nice tone Game tight, fully chrome ? mackster thang doing the cheap ? No pillow, no sheets A pro, a freak, a hoe heap Put it down, hold the ground down on your street While I put it down and ride for L-A-C Can handle most of the C's but can't f** with me I'm glad y'all feel the way I rap and ride the beat Get your freak on, live a little, have a drink Till the next time I bring some confidential heat [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) [Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun) You can't be serious man (yes I am baby) [Timbaland] You can't be serious man Yes I am baby, yes I am Yes I am baby, yes I am Yes I am baby, yes I am You can't be serious man What you got here, is another Timbo cla**ic Ya heard me? haha Knoc-turn'al, Tim Now you put that together Hm, you do the math baby Sick, sick Sick, sick