Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Have Fun, artist - Knoc-Turn'al.
Date of issue: 23.02.2004
Song language: English
Have Fun |
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 |
(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) |
(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) |
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 |
(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) |
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 |
(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) |
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) |
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 |