(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make beats like you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now movin (oh) Make them like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
1 - Timbaland] Timbaland done his mind (mind) I think I'm to cross the line (line) And find me somethin that to find (find) And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh) You hold me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take corners back And I done took your freak, you want her (Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a south nigga from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent over this here (uh huh) And y'all don't really wanna with me I don't what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the panicin (oh) Timbaland and my dirty (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You better me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm full of
(Oh) You hold me back (oh) You better hold me (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm full of
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap sell than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my back Don't resist I will put heat on the Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and your was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em I can't on these dreams they won't wake 'em Fuck face, the street is a car Ew set, do what it take, to win the race I erase my fear and don't go to the bar and take your beer, bitch Nigga, I must make clear around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight 'til slain On right just to bite, I'm tryna a vein And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Sparxxx] live in fear of the day that I'm focused Slow as he appear, clear I own this Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive North or northfolk, jokes is our negligence Sure they to 112, I make a note of what sells Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it Most of think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair with all Southern The dirty is a territory y'all govern We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches And all our rap ain't for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the Little old country white boy, get to ether Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only heard me cause you have to at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans