Ugh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double one, one And for those of you who hated, you only made us creative ugh
You don't wanna my name around get that ass blown away Fool gone I didn't even like your anyway got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an Bling, bling all in your I you might need to put on your shades
I you feel me tho You on me, but you hear me tho Twenty inch rims sittin' low I'm a keep the party Me and Timberland flip it tonight yo hands in the sky Wave 'em round like your high
to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you Time to shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you
You who I be You mammy you not to fuck wit me If I give you head, never leave Stop me Flip it on the black hand it here boy, don't you even try it Make me your spine My rings put your like turpentine
you comin' around hang out fo? Baby him know, you just want my Get cha ass on the flo Fool me, that's a no no Mr. DJ won't you play that Tell the freaks shake nasty thongs Hey boys won't you along 'Cause we rock the party til' the early morn
Time to shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you Time to shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you
don't hear me Hot You got your guns but you don't me Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't Back up, back up, now Hey Hot
Let's it up and tear the club down your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off I'm goin' down Watch yourself, I'm about to it up
Time to shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you Time to lick shots, time to see you Hey you, why you
Listen, Time to lick shots, time to see you Hey you, why you to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you