Sangtekst: Timbaland. Under Construction Part II. Can We Do It Again.

[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
This goes out


For all the people

That think I couldn't make it again

See what I'm sayin
We're back at y'all


Third time, (heh heh)



[Verse 1 - Timbaland]


I'm killin 'em with this music I'm innovatin
Penetratin your speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)

You think that we ain't hear the statement you hatin


I hit the strip in the Bentley, feel me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)

Me and Maganoo hittin 'em hard

Got them feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards

Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool intoxicatin this hard liquor

Gimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start with a (hu-huh)

I got ya bobbin your neck to this beat, don't it (hu-huh)

This right here make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)

People wonder when will we come with the same magic

That make the game disappear then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)

I actin gorilla with it, my game savage

You should push your album release back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)

The game ain't been the same since my name happened

Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin



[Chorus]
Can you do it again?


We gon' do it again

I said, can we do it again?

We gon' do it again

Can we do it again?

We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?


(OW!)



Can we do it again?

We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it again?

We gon' do it again


Can we do it again?

We gon' do it again

I said, can we do it again?

(OW!) (hu-huh)




[Verse 2 - Timbaland]

Still spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but overall you lost me (hu-huh)


Even though my neck and wrist all glossy

And my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all flossy (hu-huh)

You could copy or hate on my style

Steppin it up, you been copyin or hate for a while (hu-huh)

I hit the leather, get the meters to peakin

I lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, tweak 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)

You don't think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)


Did it before and we can do it again to ya (hu-huh)
You better love me, she be backin it up on me

I'm only about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)

I'm gettin serious, go 'head I don't wanna play

And when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' wanna say (hu-huh)

The game ain't been the same since my name happened

Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Magoo]

Ew we, my pimpin is pimpalicious

I'm more than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)

Them other rappers come with that heat talk

I talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet talk (hu-huh)

But if ya feelin froggy and he leap

I fill 'em up with bullets, then the grum reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)

You think I'm puttin cover that bird shit

I have you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)

And if you keep talkin, then I'ma do it (hu-huh)

He fuckin playin Tim, I'ma fuckin do it (hu-huh)

I'm from the Lock West, a lot of them guns
I ain't a killer but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)


So give me mine and you can take yours

It was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who startin openin doors, whore (hu-huh)

The game ain't been the same since Tim name happen

Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin



[Chorus]




(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)

(hu-huh)