Hold Cutz Songtext
von Timbaland & Magoo

Uh, what′s up girl
Why you trippin on me?
I thought we was past that
Feel me?
Alright let me talk to ya, uh

C'mon baby what′s the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (shawty)

C'mon baby what's the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?
(Cause I′m that fly)


When I′m alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And I think of them times
When you was lickin' my balls
I never came in your face
You said you hated the taste
That′s a disgrace
I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate
You comfortable now? you need your toes massaged
I′m oblaged to rub 'em down
First I put on da barges
With your favorite song
You need to take off the thong
Go head, nibble on my neck, your doin′ it wrong
We could be doin' it
And doin' it, and doin′ it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you
I like when you smile
I′ll be in town next week
Can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection
See, I'm more than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten
My sex is so terrific
It′s like I'm Rick James Superfreaky things
I put a hot dog in your bum
That sure to make you cum

C′mon baby what's the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (shawty)

C′mon baby what's the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?
(Cause I'm that fly)


Uh, it was a teenage love
A-a, a teenage love
And I told her, don′t hurt me again
Actin′ like the vaughn a vo
In my living room den
Like it never took much
To really get you back then
Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen
Like the crackers, pimp juice, and my cranberry Benz
We circle my block and we do it again
Now let's fast forward to my living room flo′
Where we was freakin
And she speakin gettin about to go
I slap broke my watch cause this raggedy ho
She like the time wasn't right
Then she hugged me slow
Uh, it was a teenage love
A-a, a teenage love
And I told her, don′t hurt me again
Can't we live like The Roper′s Three's Company man, huh?

C'mon baby what′s the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (shawty)

C′mon baby what's the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder?

Tell me if she like it and if not
Girl is this your spot?
I never cum in second, some reppin′ for camel lot
And when I was a kid
I used to fuck in the bushes
Only time I turn it down
Is when you don't use dush
You got the eye of a tiger
And your pussy is fly
It′s a Hall of Fame booty baby, gonna retire
And I aspire to be penis of convenience for you
But we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living room
You likin′ my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?
Never bein pleased, so you settle with masturbation
I got a 'C' on my chest
′Cause I′m super when cuttin
Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin′

C'mon baby what′s the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder? (shorty)

C'mon baby what′s the hold up
You carry me in like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin' me the cold shoulder?
(Cause I'm that fly)