Timbaland - Pocketbook lyrics
(GIVE IT TO ME!) {Jim Beanz, Jennifer collabo} [Jennifer Hudson - Intro] Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Say it again? Oh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Come check this out here [Verse 1] Lookin at my body, I betcha thinking 'bout it Don't ya wanna know how I get down? Take a number baby, you ain't the Only brother tryna get up under my skirt now (Rockin all your hot sh** - stuntin) (Thinkin that you're God's gift - to women) More like a buzz in my ear Please shoo, fly, don't bother me [Pre-Hook] I got my hair in a pony-tail, and they on me Trust me I can get 'em off They say I stride like a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall, and I make 'em say [Hook] (Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh) Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook (Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh) Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook (Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-waaaaaah-oooh) Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook (Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-ahh-aah-oooh) - Da-da-da, don't make me [Verse 2] Tell yo' baby daddy he ain't holdin no weight Cause he got cake and no knife Ain't nobody cuttin So cut it out, cut it out, alright (So you don't know my face now - got it) (Looking at me from the waist down - stop it!) Said I'm a hard pill to swallow, fella But I can make you feel better [Pre-Hook] [Hook] (Oooooh-waaaah-oooooh-ahh-aah-oooh) - Heeey, hey, get it y'all [Bridge] (Said you got a lotta nerve) lot of nerves (Playin with my feelings boy) (Do you always speak before you think?) Do you gotta? (Lucky me, I know the game) (I'ma flip my hair and walk away) If you follow me, it's on and poppin {[Ludacris]: Is that right?} Cause I'm think you gettin out of pocket {Okay} Stop it! {LUDA!} 'Fore you make me, OHH-ooh [Verse 3: Ludacris] Before I make you too what? Girl, you know you want it Your body's nice but - ehh! You need some Luda on it So find a mattress so we can start jukin' on it Movin on it baby cause tonight's the night For you to rock up on the mic, cause I rocks the mic - RIIIIIGHT! It's 'Cris +Mindfreak+ in the back of the Rolls I know magic - POOF! Do away with your clothes Then c'mere and let Luda give that body a rub Cause DAAAYUM lil' mama, you thick as a mug Just how dem Southern boys like it Hurry up and give me a punch, I might spike it Party in my BAPES and yes you're invited So we can make a wet scene And win a Oscar, all up in your best +Dream+ Girl, I think you know you're driving me crazy They +Jinglin Baby+ - go 'head baby With two hams in your pants, girl I think you's a crook Let me touch what's up under tha- (Don't make me hit you wit my pocketbook..) Hahaha! Aw, you ain't gon' do NUTTIN WHHO! (Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook) Gon' head and do it then, hahahaaah! What?! (Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook!) LUDA!