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Timbaland - Hands In The Air Lyrics (feat Ne-Yo)

Editor's comments:
Timbaland teams up with Ne-Yo for a dazzling new song tiled "Hands In The Air", which is most likely going to be a dance party anthem this summer.
The song will feature on the soundtrack of "Step Up Revolution".

Timbaland – Hands In The Air Lyrics (feat Ne-Yo) From the soundtrack of “Step Up Revolution”

[Timbaland:]
To my niggas
How you feel?
Can we chill?
Or do we have to pop that steel?
‘Cause it’s a hot day around our way
We got the pistols around our waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
‘Cause my nigga style he’s got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those cut up leaves
Please… Can I get a puff? What?
Please… Can I get a puff? What?
With my wiatch
Pretend that I am riach
Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat
You can go down
You can go down, go down
You can go down, girl I was just playing around
Now
Back to my focus
Y’all gonna be my soldiers
And I’m gonna be the bank broker
What?

[Chorus:]
All I smell is smoke in da’ air
Nuthin’ but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
All I smell is smoke in da’ air
Nuthin’ but the fools downstairs (drag stairs)
Yeah
[Timbaland (Behind the chorus):]
Say what?
Ha ha, say what? Say what?
Like dat
Like dat
Like dat nigga
Say what?
Say what? Say what? Say what?
Magoo what?

[Magoo:]
You know we got plenty of smokin’
Open for pussy pokin’
Clown but we ain’t jokin’
2 pound of weed token
Beep me at 12 noon
After my cartoons
Later a peach moves ’cause you gonna be high soon
Now you got your bowl shorty
Nursin’ a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin’ dice
Point and you win forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin’ for blazing dude
Your head was a juke joint
So you get two dimes
‘Cause you got two highs
Two niggas want to smoke
So you got two lies
Think you see two hoes
‘Cause hoes got to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
‘Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
Only toke two lies
Just to the two guys
No shake with my damn fries
Open your freakin’ eyes
‘Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin’ was no surprise
I’m out with my true lies

[Chorus]

[Static:]

Playa’s knockin’, rockin’
Hoes clockin’, jockin’
Yeah sweatin’, gettin’
Thugs threatin’, beatin’
Dice shootin’, smokin’
Hootie hootin’, loukin’
Gun, I got your token
Lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin’, bumpin’
Timb’s speakers thumpin’
Making your moves somethin’
Rode, it would be jumpin’
Hoe humpin’, freakin’
Hoes silly, leakin’
Hook it up, weekend
All night freakin’
Which trick I’m dickin’
Hope she lickin’
My Kentucky chicken’
Damn this enough pickin’
Just groupin’, chillin’
Ready able, willin’
If they blunts, they fillin’
Party people you dealin’ with another level

[Chorus]

[Timbaland:]
Ride it bitch
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Say what?
Yo babe, come here
Now let me get that (Oooooh)
Say what? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Can you hear me? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Say what? (Oooooh)[Repeat x 3]
Get off baby (Ooooh)
(Oooooh)
Check this switch out baby (Ooooh)
Let me talk to you for a minute (Ooooh)
(Change beat to “Can We” by SWV)
Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly
I want you to do me, do me