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Timbaland

"Put it Down"

[Timbaland]
Yeah
Oh Oh

[Redman]
Yeah

[Timbaland]
Yeah, get n*gga

[Verse 1]
Redman got fire n*gga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high n*gga
Shots of Cuervo are f*ckin up my liver
Shots from the cameras on my n*ggas
Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her
I step inside, you're quiet like a mime n*gga
My watch do more things than James Bond n*gga
I'm gonna do it now, I ain't gonna try n*gga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
You better grind, cause you ain't spending mine girl
When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work
Whether you in Timbs, Air Force, or Converse
Let me see the high n*ggas on the left side
And whole muthaf*ckas smokin on the right side
You sayin "f*ck Gillahouse" n*gga likewise
This is how I walk up on your ho - "Hey!"
Put it down

[Hook]
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(n*ggas, you gots to get down, n*ggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(b*tches, you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
(Get n*gga)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(n*ggas, you gots to get down, n*ggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(b*tches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

[Verse 2]
Who am I n*gga
That dude who arrive n*gga
With a blueprint to all your supply n*gga
Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire n*gga
Sometimes I don't know what's inside n*gga
Let me show you how bricks get it live n*gga
The Time Warner's of the block, showtime n*gga
I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin her
A golddigger I can see the green mile in her
(Put it down, put it down put it down fool)
The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
"Yo get up, yo it's jewelry - it's costume" (Hahaha)
Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon
Let me see the high n*ggas on the east side
And whole n*ggas get high on the west side
A punk n*gga outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his ho and say "Hey!"
Put it down

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Look in my eyes n*gga
You see a great ball of fire n*gga
My trail is blazin, that's right, I'm high n*gga
A hard hip hop hitman for hire n*gga
My rims are so big, I f*cked my alignment up
Grown as hell, I don't throw signs n*gga
I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy n*gga
Barbershop talk, come get you a line n*gga
It's permanent press steam on the iron n*gga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
Wherever you pop sh*t you get found there
b*tch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby
Where them high muthaf*ckas on the left side
I know there's drunk muthaf*ckas on the right side
You sayin "f*ck Redman" n*gga likewise
This is how I walk up to your ho - "Hey!"
Put it down

[Hook]

[Outro]
Gillahouse
Gotti Click
Yo Brick City, you know what it is
Holla atcha f*ckin boy

Bring em back

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