Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
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Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
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Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
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Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW)
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Make them beats like you used to make (oh)
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Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
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Make them beats like you used to make (woo)
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(OOHHH), (c'mon)
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[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
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Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)
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I think I'm about to cross the line (line)
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And find me somethin that soft to find (find)
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And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)
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You better hold me back, I told you that
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I got enough heat to take your corners back
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And I done took your freak, you want her back
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(Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
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I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh)
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And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)
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And y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
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I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
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Now I got the place panicin (oh)
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Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)
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And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)
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Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
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[Chorus]
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You better hold me back (oh)
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You better hold me back (oh)
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You better hold me back
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Cause I'm full of shenanigans
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(Oh) You better hold me back (oh)
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You better hold me back (oh)
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You better hold me back
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Cause I'm full of shenanigans
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[Verse 2 - Magoo]
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Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack
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Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
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Don't resist I will put heat on the track
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Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax
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You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
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I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
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Fuck face, the street is a car chase
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Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race
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I erase my fear and don't reappear
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I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
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Nigga, I must make shit clear
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Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear
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You better do the same, I fight 'til your slain
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On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein
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And I might put two in the sky
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Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused
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Slow as he appear, it's clear I own this
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Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive
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North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence
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Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells
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Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
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Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it
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Most of them think our shit is useless, believe it
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But me I got a love affair with all things Southern
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The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern
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We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither
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And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either
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Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be the
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Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether
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Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
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I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
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[Chorus]
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(*humming continues*)
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... full of shenanigans
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Shenanigans
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| Timbaland |
