Can We Do It Again Songtext
von Timbaland

(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)