Have Fun Songtext
von Knoc‐Turn’Al

Featuring Timbaland

[Timbaland]
Come on, can you feel me now
Uh, can you feel me now
Yo, can you feel me now
Uh, uh, can you feel me now
Everyone ready for this one
They didn′t know that
Timbaland could go from the east coast to the west coast
You know Knoc


[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
It′s the Knoc (ha, ha, ha)
It's the Knoc, hit the block
Hittin' them corners on dub two′s, you stop
They used to hate me now they scream Knoc′s a whole lot (yeah)
Ran from me now they beg me to blow spot (what)
Meet a bitch (aha), down she go (aha)
Lick a nigga (aha), head to toe (aha)
Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes
Knockin' three hoes, dippin′ in the low-low (whoo)
Knoc's the weapon, Tim′s the beats (the beats)
Runnin' ya country, the street block gets hot (ow)
Walk on the block and hate when niggaz change face
Used to be down but now they all act fake (yeah)
Fuck ′em (what), forget 'em, leave 'em alone
Outlive ′em, purchase a home (yeah nigga)
In the zone, keep the heat on
I love to make red bones moan
Looking like zones (cause what)

[Knoc-turn′al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can′t be serious man (yes I am baby)


[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
See me now, see me later
On the town, pimp suit, black gators
I get around, read my two-way pager
Smoke a ounce, stay out to get paper (come on)
Be out not?, spot? get closer
Wit game, I lace her, no rock, no chaser
Tim, Knoc, shit′s over
Knockin' them, four leaf-clover
Knoc the rhythm, Tim′s the bass
Shake ya ass, bones ache (whoo)
Baby I ain't done till I'm at the earthquake
Won′t you calm down, chill, for heaven′s sakes
Came to my home and showed up in all lace (uh)
We can get it on, freak zone, high stakes

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can′t be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

[Knoc-turn′al]
We can go get blowed
Smoke dro and mack hoes
Leave with a few in all black tight leather
That's your girl homie, naw man I just met her
Hips and ass fully blown
Right skin, nice tone
Game tight, fully chrome
? Mackster thang doing the cheap?
No pillow, no sheets
A pro, a freak, a hoe heap
Put it down, hold the ground down on your street
While I put it down and ride for L-A-C
Can handle most of the C′s but can't fuck with me
I'm glad y′all feel the way I rap and ride the beat
Get your freak on, live a little, have a drink
Till the next time I bring some confidential heat

[Knoc-turn′al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can′t be serious man (yes I am baby)

[Knoc-turn'al] (Timbaland)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can′t be serious man (yes I am baby)
I (I, I, I, I, I) just wanna have fun (just wanna have fun)
You can't be serious man (yes I am baby)

[Timbaland]
You can′t be serious man
Yes I am baby, yes I am
Yes I am baby, yes I am
Yes I am baby, yes I am
You can't be serious man
What you got here, is another Timbo classic
Ya heard me? haha
Knoc-turn'al, Tim
Now you put that together
Hm, you do the math baby
Sick, sick
Sick, sick