I Get It On Lyrics - Timbaland

What's up Jack? 

(Lil' Man) 

This goes out, uh huh 

It goes out, uh huh 

To all the B-Biters, huh? What? 

Timbaland got something to say ya'll 

Check him out 

This is the lil' man speaking right now 

Yo, Timbaland, kick it 

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(Timb) 

If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer 

If it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner 

You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender 

One in a million like Aaliyah 

Burn like Gonorrhea, what? 

I beat the beater, snares everywhere 

Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist 

Audiences growing like a newborn 

You must be on some new and improved 

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew 

Tell me, who wanna mo' 

Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do 

Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean 

From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between 

Photos 

Timbo I even bowed it down in NO 

And every corner that I flow 

You know I get it on 

Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO 

And every corner that I flow 

I get it on 

(Lil' Man) 

Can you get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out (Um hmm) 

Can we get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out (Um hmm) 

(Timb) 

I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo) 

Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa) 

Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh) 

Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew) 

Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?) 

Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?) 

Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh) 

Outside production on Coko and Total 

Fugitive wanna buy the man for real 

Got warrrents beats and program to kill 

Timbaland nigga, and I'm Ill 

Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel 

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow 

I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough 

Im burnin' up, up top and down south they know 

When it come to these beats I don't play, yo 

I get it on 

(Lil' Man) 

Can I get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm) 

Can we get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out (Um hmm) 

Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it 

(Bassey) 

I come sweeter than a two seater Benz 

Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends 

It never ends, expensive indeed 

Without the C's, lavish habits love the carats 

Nigga's with mad weaves 

Spendin' money ain't nuthin' 

Nigga's who style frontin' 

And then pretend ya gettin' old 

Nigga, we let you know, diamond district 

Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it 

Money to burn, nigga when will you learn 

It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have 

Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch 

There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit 

Check the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six 

Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit 

I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this 

Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss 

(Timb & Lil' Man) 

And I told ya'll we won't miss, what? 

(Lil Man) 

Did she get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out (Um hmm) 

Point 'em out, what? 

Did she get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm) 

Can I get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out, uh (Um hmm) 

Can he get it on? (Um hmm) 

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm) 

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out nigga (Um hmm) 

Now point 'em out, what? 

Now let's ride, yeah boo 

Yo, Timbaland 

People don't understand how you do these beats, yo 

Ha, even I don't understand 

You know people always tryin' to bite you 

And made stuff like you 

You da man right now 

I ain't mad at cha 

Play on playa