Timbaland - Intro (Red Light District) lyrics

Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain Four albums in the can and I'm still in the game (what up?) And last album, they don't like me to tell this Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!) That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies So they can lock us up one at a time But true writers stay free in every one of our lines And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop I'll knock rappers off your list 'til I get to the top! Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable Only n***a gettin checks cut from four different labels That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as f** So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty Me and Chaka still starvin and lookin for meals And heads up! Ludacris is almost out of his deal I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my back Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom Though I make big money, still handle small problems The ramblin at the mouth, I don't play that sh** I'm the best and I ain't really gotta say that sh**