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Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
In a faraway land we got shit made
Ray-ban shades, warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke high-grade
Gold and diamond, gems and jade
Ride up on our tanks, invade
Blow up thing to save our name
Mina, rina, Tina, Sabrina
Being a super Indian babe
We black market, we black made
We hit shit out when it rains
Would you come down and catch my train?
Would you run down and play this game?
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
Baby girl
You and me, need to go to your teepee
The moon is full, and I'm shining.
Baby, I know you see me.
Put a hump or two on your back
Just like that
Oh girl you're on fire.
I don't wanna be in love with you
Imma just break you off and say goodbye
The night is young
Don't make me wait,
You just might miss your chance.
I'm gon' tell you the truth
Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin' man.
Today's the day, girl, let me get that
Don't get mad
In fact, let me hit that
I've been overkilling them, I break backs
Come down, run down
Girl, where your place at?
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
Bounce
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Bounce
'Cause Timbaland ain't dead
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
In a faraway land we got shit made
Ray-ban shades, warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke high-grade
Gold and diamond, gems and jade
Ride up on our tanks, invade
Blow up thing to save our name
Mina, rina, Tina, Sabrina
Being a super Indian babe
We black market, we black made
We hit shit out when it rains
Would you come down and catch my train?
Would you run down and play this game?
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
Baby girl
You and me, need to go to your teepee
The moon is full, and I'm shining.
Baby, I know you see me.
Put a hump or two on your back
Just like that
Oh girl you're on fire.
I don't wanna be in love with you
Imma just break you off and say goodbye
The night is young
Don't make me wait,
You just might miss your chance.
I'm gon' tell you the truth
Timbaland, I'm the motherfuckin' man.
Today's the day, girl, let me get that
Don't get mad
In fact, let me hit that
I've been overkilling them, I break backs
Come down, run down
Girl, where your place at?
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla!"
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
Bounce
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Bounce
'Cause Timbaland ain't dead
Lyrics submitted by lalunacreciente
Track duration: 03:54
"Come Around" as written by Timothy Z./clayton Mosley
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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I felt it gave the song a sexual vibe, especially coupled with "Indian chicks, they get men laid/ Milk and honey, smoke high-grade/ Gold and diamond, gems and jade." It's very exotic language and almost sensual, but she then immediately switches to violence "Ride up on our tanks, invade/ Blow up thing to save our name."
I love both M.I.A. and Tim. It's a fun song. It kind of sounds like a robbery is about to take place.
"make a run, make a run" is "run n-word, run n-word"> I thought so too at first, when I found the lyrics I laughed my butt off!
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Alright, so I have an interesting alternative interpretation. Call me twisted, but it totally works; and it's not like M.I.A. isn't wicked playful herself. So go ahead, play the song again as you read on. I think M.I.A. is singing circles around Timbaland. The whole song is very feminine, so I'm going to play off that.
Cause she's about to femme-fatale assassinate Timbaland.
In the first part, she's obviously checking into a hotel. She paid the "dolla," or money, for the room. She gets a call from her counterpart, her sidekick, and the conversation goes like this:
Controller: "Sup?"
M.I.A. (pretending and speaking in code): "Holla!"
Controller: "Text the address" (of where the clean-up crew should show up)
M.I.A.: "I'll see ya later..."
Then she gets the nervous rush of someone about to make a kill. "Baby calm down." (She totally says "calm," listen to it). Calm down, calm down... make a run down (check for the weapon, etc.) And then her HEART STARTS POUNDING! A dun da da dun dun... It's totally a rushing heartbeat in any interpretation. Beat goes on.
Now we figure out the rest of the story. She describes a hard-core, sexy female freedom fighter, "ride up on our tanks, invade." It might be one of the civil war fighters, given the "save our name" reference. "We hit s*** out when it rains," they raid targets in harsh weather. She's lured Timbaland to the hotel to knock him off. "Would you come down and catch my train? Would you run down and play this game?"
He's obviously a bastard of a guy. He's sexist, culturally-stupid... tee-pee? Seriously? "I've been overkilling them, I break backs," he's probably an enemy general or crime boss. The last refrain catches up to the present moment. She's checking into the hotel about to make her kill. She's rushed, checking to make sure everything goes perfectly.
The song breaks. I imagine them going back to the room, then she pulls a gun on him when the electronic music starts. Bounce. He starts to back up to escape. "Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead" He might be dead, but there's another just like him. (That, or he added that part because he realized that the song made him sound like an a**. He explicitly tries to NOT have us have this interpretation, "don't be twisted, man"). Bounce, she leaves the room.
Just a thought, hehe. Thought one or two of you would get a kick out of this interpretation. I like it!
p.s. I went to school with Timbaland haha