Whas happenin dude?
 Whatchu thinkin about there?
 What's goin on? Talk to me
 I know you're thinkin
 What? Must be a lot on your mind
 Express yourself fool
 Tell me what you thinkin about  nigga

 [Magoo]
 Who why whatever  any puzzle I put it together
 With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open
 Still got balls after vasectomies
 My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
 I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss
 My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss
 Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up
 I'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up
 Butt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve
 Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
 Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
 Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?
 You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin
 Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon
 We been hoodwinked, bamboozled
 Led astray, til all our business on rent in late

 Somewhere in your mind
 And real deep in your memory
 You try to hide away
 Your true feelings
 (repeat 2X)

 Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustrated
 I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated
 Graduated, from PG now I'm X-Rated
 Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it
 Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person
 See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin
 Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?
 Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivin
 Surprisin realizin magnetisin
 This rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizin
 Got comments, put replies in
 No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin
 When I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm born
 I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn
 So to God I pray, I make it through this day
 This must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day

 Somewhere in your mind
 And real deep in your memory
 You try to hide away
 Your true feelings
 (repeat 2X)

 [Timbaland]
 Bring it on it, freak it on it

 [Magoo]
 Child abused, as a child
 Child Magoo, buck-wild
 Wel-fare, met the cake
 Too much sugar, in the Kool-Aid
 Mis-fit, un-til
 I fucked Jiil, on the hill
 Look, out, heads, up
 To the girls, let's buck
 Like, night-shade, grows
 Workin dope, mind, flows
 But, please, I'm on hot
 I cook, non-stop
 Stick a pin, in some paper
 Take notes, play ya later
 Praise, God, he, made ya
 No, man, but, praiser

 Somewhere in your mind
 When you think deep in your memory
 You try to hide away
 Your true feelings
 (repeat 2X