Timbaland:Miscommunication
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This song is performed by Timbaland and appears on the album Timbaland Presents Shock Value (2007). (featuring Keri Hilson & Sebastian)
Sebastian Cabot
Oh! Two Step! Oh!
Timbaland
Let me talk to you girl
Keri Hilson
What?
Timbaland and Keri Hilson
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be in mine every single time
The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me
Keri Hilson
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?
Timbaland singing "la-la lee la-la lee"
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me
Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do) Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do)
Timbaland stops singing
I cannot escape
No matter what I do
Can't get away from you, oh
Call me everyday
And that there ain't never cool
Getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
Only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
You were looking sad and lonely, oh
But that's all it was
Just put you in the game
And here you go complainin'
What's up with you?
Timbaland singing "la-la lee la-la lee"
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me
Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do) Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do)
Timbaland stops singing
Sebastian Cabot
Like whoa little mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner
Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh
How you hard to be reached
I can put you where you hard to be reached
Black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,
This your own private beach,
And when it comes to sex,
Just a little bit of love and little bit of that
Maybe push it back where your ribs is at
Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that,
I'm just jokin' of course,
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course
If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
Oh! Two Step! Oh!
Timbaland
Let me talk to you girl
Keri Hilson
What?
Timbaland and Keri Hilson
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be in mine every single time
The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me
Keri Hilson
So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?
Timbaland singing "la-la lee la-la lee"
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me
Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do) Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do)
Timbaland stops singing
I cannot escape
No matter what I do
Can't get away from you, oh
Call me everyday
And that there ain't never cool
Getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
Only gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plus
You were looking sad and lonely, oh
But that's all it was
Just put you in the game
And here you go complainin'
What's up with you?
Timbaland singing "la-la lee la-la lee"
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You you you you you
Are killing me, you're killing me
Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do) Whatcha wanna do? (Do, do)
Timbaland stops singing
Sebastian Cabot
Like whoa little mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner
Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh
How you hard to be reached
I can put you where you hard to be reached
Black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,
This your own private beach,
And when it comes to sex,
Just a little bit of love and little bit of that
Maybe push it back where your ribs is at
Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that,
I'm just jokin' of course,
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course
If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy
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