Timbaland & Magoo left Swing Mob after 1995 and became a performing duo in … Read Full Bio ↴Timbaland & Magoo left Swing Mob after 1995 and became a performing duo in their own right. Signing with Blackground Records (home of Aaliyah, one of Timbaland's main collaborators), Timbaland & Magoo went on to release a number of albums, which were not as successful as the singles that anchored them. Singles such as "Up Jumps the Boogie [Remix]", "Clock Strikes [Remix]" (which samples the Knight Rider theme), "Here We Come" (which samples the 1960s Spider-Man theme), "Drop", "All Y'all", and "Cop That Disc" have all proved successful, while the albums that they appeared on have generally underperformed. Their first LP "Welcome To Our World" sold over 1 Million copies

People Like Myself
Timbland And Magoo Lyrics

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[Chorus: x 2]
People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim Beam

But the Mag why'all think why'all know ain't what I seem
I'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?)
See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak

All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib
Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone

And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I'm a bring hand grenades, now you're laid!

Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
And haters and thugs that want to end your lifespan

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)
I'm over here and why'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga)
Like I just figure (figure)
And my tracks didn't help niggaz

So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
Like them forty-two Girbauds
I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga

Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit I sold
Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew

In the 80's why'all screamed like the movie is through
Why'all screamin this is "Nutty Professor: Part II"
To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I choose
I can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom Cruise

To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-through
The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools

[Chorus]

[Magoo]
Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkin
I'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession
Down on my knees, beggin to God, show me the path
My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me

Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd fail
Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
Rappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella

[Timbaland]
Stop, the press!
Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo
I don't want your sex, here take your fast food
"Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!"

Hey girl, I don't even know you
"Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue"
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?

[Chorus: x 2]

Overall Meaning

The song "People Like Myself" by Timbaland and Magoo is an expression of the insecurity that comes with success. The chorus is a metaphor for the isolation that fame can lead to, as the two artists state that they have to keep to themselves, as "that's the way to go." The verses, on the other hand, delve into the darker side of fame, where there are people who want to take advantage of your success, and those who just want to bring you down.

Magoo's verse is about the people from his past who want to reconnect with him now that he's successful, but he doesn't want anything to do with them. He talks about how he's a "low-down freak" and that the image people have of him isn't who he really is. He also talks about how he stays away from the club scene and spends time in his crib smoking weed and counting his money, and that he's not afraid to defend himself if necessary.

Timbaland's verse revolves around the perils of success, as he talks about how people seem to only be interested in him now that he's famous. He talks about how he's been screwed over by his label, and how he's had to deal with people who are jealous of his success. He also talks about how he values his privacy, and how he doesn't want anything to do with people who are just interested in him for his fame or money.

Overall, the song is a powerful commentary on the trappings of fame and how it can lead to feelings of isolation and insecurity, as well as the darker side of fame, where people are willing to take advantage of you.

Line by Line Meaning

People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I only hang out with myself because it's the best way to go about it.

I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
Whenever I go outside, I always end up finding new acquaintances.

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole
People are always talking and clamoring for my attention.

Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
It's overwhelming and I need to find a new place to avoid it all.

It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim Beam
It's me, Mag, the TV personality, getting drunk off of Jim Beam.

But the Mag why'all think why'all know ain't what I seem
What you think you know about me, Mag, is not the whole story.

I'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?),
I'm just a regular guy from Seapeak, doing my thing.

See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak
I see my old high school mates, but choose not to interact with them.

All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
Everyone wants to talk about our past friendship, but it's no longer relevant.

'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
People only want to be friends with me now because of my success.

That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib
I avoid clubs and stay at home to relax and avoid people seeking my attention.

Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone
I smoke marijuana and count my money, managing everything over the phone.

And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips
I sell cell phones with chips added, catering to different audiences.

My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war?
I have weapons that I use to defend myself, and I'm not afraid of anyone.

You and your boys can bring the noise,
I'm prepared for anyone and their friends to try and intimidate me.

But I'm a bring hand grenades, now you're laid!
But I'll retaliate with grenades and take down all of them.

Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
I will humiliate and degrade anyone who tries to mess with me.

Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass
I'll go as far as to sit on someone's face to assert my dominance.

Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
The desire for fame is only for the fans of celebrities.

And haters and thugs that want to end your lifespan
Those who hate or seek to harm celebrities only do so out of envy.

Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger)
Since I've become more successful, things have changed for me.

I'm over here and why'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga)
Everyone shows me love and calls me their friend now that I'm successful.

Like I just figure (figure)
It surprises me how quickly things have changed.

And my tracks didn't help niggaz
Despite my success, I still feel like I could do better musically.

So for rememdy I pound niggaz
To remedy this, I work harder and take out my frustration on others.

Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
Like how DJs keep songs on rotation, I produce music for new artists like Jay-Z.

Like them forty-two Girbauds
I constantly wear and am associated with the Girbaud clothing brand.

I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga
I keep every demo I receive and am seen as the next big producer.

Confirmed by people that she can blow
I am confident in my ability to recognize talent in others.

Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
I convinced someone in the industry that a particular artist is going to succeed.

Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit I sold
I meticulously check and track every album sale and performance like a businessman.

Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew
Once I am financially successful, I am more likely to surround myself with a team of supporters.

In the 80's why'all screamed like the movie is through
In the 80s, people went crazy in movie theaters when movies ended.

Why'all screamin this is 'Nutty Professor: Part II'
People are excited like they're watching the sequel to the Nutty Professor.

To 'Eyes Wide Shut' to whoever I choose
People get excited no matter what movie I produce.

I can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom Cruise
I have an appreciation for talented actors like Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise.

The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
The people I give money to tend to become dependent on me and don't know how to manage their own finances.

Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkin
Even my phone knows what I'm thinking due to how much I think about things.

I'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession
I engage in activities like drinking and smoking, but go to church to seek forgiveness.

Down on my knees, beggin to God, show me the path
I pray and ask God to show me the right way to go in life.

My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me
My record label is taking advantage of me and pushing me towards negative influences.

Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd fail
I'm tired of people talking negatively about me and rooting for my failure.

Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
Tell them I'm like the rapping version of the Kenan and Kel show.

I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches
I make music that some people consider to be profane and insulting to religion.

Rappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
I rap with more skill and intensity than anyone and can make you physically ill with my music.

Stop, the press!
This is an important announcement.

Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo
You can't afford the expensive clothing and hairstyles you're trying to wear.

I don't want your sex, here take your fast food
I don't want to sleep with you, take your fast food and leave.

'Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!'
People criticize me for being blunt and rude.

Hey girl, I don't even know you
I don't even know who you are, so don't try to talk to me.

'Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue'
People claim to be my family members, but I don't know them.

My momma never ever mentioned you
My mother has never talked about you, so you're not really related to me.

My momma also told me to watch them savage boos, what?
My mother warned me to be careful of people who may take advantage of me.

[Chorus: x 2]
The chorus repeats the idea that some people only associate with themselves because of the pressures of fame and success.

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Written by: MELVIN LEE BARCLIFF, G. MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY

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