(feat. Lil' Man & Static)
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[Intro]
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(What cha talkin' 'bout?)
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[Repeat above throughout intro]
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[Lil' Man] Uh oh
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Ha ha, what?
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Uh oh, what?
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[Timb] Told y'all
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[Lil' Man] What?
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[Timb] Told y'all
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[Lil' Man] What? Check it out
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[Lil' Man]
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I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
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People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
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People can't realize who the fuck who I am
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I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
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People don't know what they gonna see next
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They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
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Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
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Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
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[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
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[Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
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[Timb]
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Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
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You see them niggas creepin', what?
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I thought you knew, I told you so
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Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
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I got that nigga (what what)
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From the "V", Static, where you at?
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[Static]
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Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit up
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If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
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And if you got shove, let it bump bump
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Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
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Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
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So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
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See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
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See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
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[Lil' Man & Timbaland]
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[1] - What cha talkin' 'bout?
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What you sayin' to me?
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Why you staring at me?
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Let's have a party, B
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What cha talkin' 'bout?
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What you sayin' to me?
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Why you staring at me?
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Let's have a party, B
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[Repeat 1]
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[Lil' Man]
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Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
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That shit is tight like a bowl of crisps
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Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
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It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down
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Got all my females flashin' around
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It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle
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Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor
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[Timb]
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Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)
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Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
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Do you wanna see the party get chrump?
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(Yes, I pump)
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This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)
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After the party (Where ya goin'?)
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Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib
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I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)
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But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me
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Magoo, finish it baby
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[Magoo]
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Ha ha, yeah
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One more again from VA
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Yes, your southern representative
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Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive
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All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
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Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise
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Get between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuck
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Order the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
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How da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?
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If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck
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Only thing I love is weed and big cash
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If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass
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Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious
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Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
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Oh, what a web we weave
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When I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
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Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
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Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
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[Repeat 1]
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[Repeat 1]
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[Timb]
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This is how we do it
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We make it ride on through
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Like liquid fluid
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This is how we do
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We make it ride on through
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Like liquid fluid, what?
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Me and my posse
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I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
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Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this
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Now we gotta be out
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For the '98
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[Repeat 1]
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What Cha Talkin' 'bout
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| Timbaland |
