Timbaland - Put it Down lyrics

[Timbaland] Yeah Oh Oh [Redman] Yeah [Timbaland] Yeah, get n***a [Verse 1] Redman got fire n***a Shots are in your hood when I'm high n***a Shots of Cuervo are f**in up my liver Shots from the cameras on my n***as Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her I step inside, you're quiet like a mime n***a My watch do more things than James Bond n***a I'm gonna do it now, I ain't gonna try n***a (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) You better grind, cause you ain't spending mine girl When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work Whether you in Timbs, Air Force, or Converse Let me see the high n***as on the left side And whole muthaf**as smokin on the right side You sayin "f** Gillahouse" n***a likewise This is how I walk up on your ho - "Hey!" Put it down [Hook] Put it down, put it down, put it down (n***as, you gots to get down, n***as you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (b**hes, you gots to get down, show you how we get it down) (Get n***a) Put it down, put it down, put it down (n***as, you gots to get down, n***as you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (b**hes you gots to get down, show you how we get it down) [Verse 2] Who am I n***a That dude who arrive n***a With a blueprint to all your supply n***a Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire n***a Sometimes I don't know what's inside n***a Let me show you how bricks get it live n***a The Time Warner's of the block, showtime n***a I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin her A golddigger I can see the green mile in her (Put it down, put it down put it down fool) The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom "Yo get up, yo it's j**elry - it's costume" (Hahaha) Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon Let me see the high n***as on the east side And whole n***as get high on the west side A punk n***a outta line, he get checked like I roll up on his ho and say "Hey!" Put it down [Hook] [Verse 3] Look in my eyes n***a You see a great ball of fire n***a My trail is blazin, that's right, I'm high n***a A hard hip hop hitman for hire n***a My rims are so big, I f**ed my alignment up Grown as hell, I don't throw signs n***a I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy n***a Barbershop talk, come get you a line n***a It's permanent press steam on the iron n***a (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) Wherever you pop sh** you get found there b**h you hot, little tacky with the horse hair Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby Where them high muthaf**as on the left side I know there's drunk muthaf**as on the right side You sayin "f** Redman" n***a likewise This is how I walk up to your ho - "Hey!" Put it down [Hook] [Outro] Gillahouse Gotti Click Yo Brick City, you know what it is Holla atcha f**in boy Bring em back