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