Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Timbaland
Vocals
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Programming
Dan Warner
Dan Warner
Guitar
Jermaine "Tank" Jennings
Jermaine "Tank" Jennings
Steel Guitar
Johnkenun Spivery
Johnkenun Spivery
Organ
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Tim Clayton
Tim Clayton
Songwriter
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Mixing Engineer
Mark Gray
Mark Gray
Assistant Recording Engineer
James Roach
James Roach
Assistant Recording Engineer
Doug Sadler
Doug Sadler
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ron Taylor
Ron Taylor
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Bounce Bounce Bounce I ain't got no fillin' I'm a let these niggas know I been killin' 'em with these beats Now I'm spittin' them killer flows Whatcha know about me dog Not damn thing Gotta problem? You can see me in the streets dog I'm a one man game Don't take this lightly If I want you dead and gone I can make that happen because Nigga, my bread is long I done been on both sides of the tracks You can say I trained the game Alot of niggas tryin' to get in my lane Everybody askin me the same ol' thing What they say Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere I ain't goin' nowhere dog I'm a be right here in your face Can't do it like me, dog Your kick drum ain't got enough bass Don't ever talk bad about me You just might make me mad And I just might see you somewhere And break your ass 'N' half This not the Timbaland you used to Now I'm in a whole 'nother zone You can let me do me You can do you Or get popped in ya door Love on the verge to the block So recognize the game Timbaland ain't gonna run nowhere, baby Timbaland got private planes Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere I been around Sometime long ago I seen the life Don't act like you ain't seen it before I'm listenin', dog You aint sayin shit You can keep on wishin' You never make a hit Yeah, I got money Take it all from me I'm a gon be the same You can get a few whips You can get a few chips You still gon' be a lame We ain't the same, my nigga I'm on some other shit I'm a say this plain and simple Nigga, take this punishment I'm a take y'all on a trip I'm a take y'all on a ride And one day I'm gon' dip But I won't be hard to find Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to Nowhere Oh, Timbaland Where he gon' run to?
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Timothy Clayton, Nina Simone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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