歌曲名 Symphony 歌手名 Timbaland+Attitude+Bran Nu+D.O.E.

作词：T. Mosley+ J. Harmon+ Timothy clayton+ B. Norwood+ John Maultsby+ J. Beanz+ K. Pittman

作曲：T. Mosley+ J. Harmon+ Timothy clayton+ B. Norwood+ John Maultsby+ J. Beanz+ K. Pittman

Hey I was mean

Before I became a feen

I took over the world when they gave me a beep machine

And then I made my city jump

It your favorite producer come on baby let it bump

I like a music cyclone when I in the zone

I typhoon everytime I get on a song

I coo I just went and brought another home

Who you stuntin on

I never off I set it off and you were never on

What there to care about

People know my whereabouts

Anywhere I want private jet in and out

Whip brand new you know what Tim about

Ferrari 5 Windows Tinted out

I the man m beats is crazy

You want my sounds you gotta pay me

But don get it confused never had no silver spoon

But you got a long walk tryna fit Timbaland shoes

And next up believe that me

And what your name on the M

And where you from we up in here G

Why don you get on the mic for the symphony

Ok ok when you see me roll through

Got the whole crew Timbaland he produce

If you a fruit Produce

Riding in a old school like I poss to

She french kiss my d and then I told her Merci buques

it in the bag Nah baby I ain Fab

When I f ya it a wrap I put you in the cab

Better be happy I rap if I wasn I be strapped with the

and I I coming for your stash

When I find out where you at I be ya lock

Get the f up outta ya baby you betta what you got

Wit you money money

Lying like there no money Gotta go money

Pockets feeling drained then it back to snatching chains and I

a n run up on me

he gon find the heat and make the wrong move

I ain changed still the same

D be the name I from North Side Queens

Next up hey I believe that me

And what ya name Nu a Brandy

And where you from but was raised in Cali

Why don you get on the mic for the symphony

I got it I got it

It been a long time comin

I back like I forgot something important

Can have a problem with me

I fade it to black like church slacks

Now I in the Range no Cadillac

So you don want it with me

I on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum

I got your head sprung

It my return the Kingdom Come

I taking off like a rocket

I got this beat in my pocket

I keep your heart droppin you

Never gonna hold me back Timbo put me on the map

Now you wanna say I act New

Just like my Proda boots struttin like a model do

Don you wish you had another to

Get up under my skin frontin like you g it

You keep runnin ya mouth like them broads do

I gotta learn you like a school do

Cuz clearly you don have a clue

So next up hey I believe that me

And what ya name on the M

And where you from we up in here G

Why don you get on the mic for the symphony

Ok

Never mediocre

Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta

On my side b ride unless she a Oprah

B I too fly to drive I need a chauffeur

I get a whole lot of h like a G supposed ta

They could put me in the FED for what in my sofa

Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard

Diss me I up the ratchet on you and your A

I know they mad never thought that it could happen

Got my on then I hopped in a Austan

Every check I cash in bigger than the last one

Met a new freak she thicker than the last one

Nah I don love her homey MUSIC is my passion

I don show compassion

And all my B yellin I the s

even when nobodies askin

Boy I on fire like the at the

That why I stay so gone playa

F up the ozone laya

I drop a hit everytime I got some s to say

And if I miss I come back like a richochet