[Timbaland]
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Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-what
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Wha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-what
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Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo!
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Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what!
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Put me in that drank, put me in that thang
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Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh
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Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YO
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Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YO
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Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes
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Tim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
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Put me with them models, put me in new models YO
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Gimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoe
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You was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed
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You came in the front, I kick you out the back do'
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I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)
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Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?)
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I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the Pocanos
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We some down-to-earth fools, who don't act first
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We gettin rowdy and we bust them things yo
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That's what you get, for messin with us country folk
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I'm from V-A and I got it locked yo
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I'm from V-A and I got it hot yo
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[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
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It's SERIOUS! We came to handle our business
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Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches
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It's SERIOUS! Only game we playin is ours
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And we ain't gon' never foul out
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[repeat 2X]
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It's SERIOUS!
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[Magoo]
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Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in it
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Put me in the room, hit her on the bed in it
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Get me on the corner I'ma sell the whole load
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Niggaz try to rock when the nine out unload
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Unload my world like a St. Louie Ram
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Put it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?)
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Y'all fuckin with the ultimate
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Shit in the park punk and now you eatin it
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Rip off your shine, take out the hardest line
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You (?) me actin funny like a Valentine
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You fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VA
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You niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't spray
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UHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whores
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A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse
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I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox
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One all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks
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[Chorus]
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[Timbaland]
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Timbaland! I'm that man!
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Watch that man! Stop that man!
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Bitch, don't you dare grin
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No favors, you been what I been
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I'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomale
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Don't give a hell what they say or read about me
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I'm a rich man, invest in stock man
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I buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white man
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I move to Atlanta with Country Grammar
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and move to 'bama with nails and hammers
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to put the posters on Havannah
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Move to China to move through miners
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Then move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-liners
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I got them cars, I got them thangs
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I got them planes, I got a whole squad entertained
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Timbaland, I'm the man
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So ladies.. wave ya hands, what!
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[Chorus]
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Serious
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| Timbaland |
