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Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

I'm the Lil' Man, join with the
walkin' around sayin' to they self, "Damn"
People realize who the fuck who I am
I'm like the VCR tech they bad

People don't know they gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster
Or a duet with the group called Beck
Or in the studio gettin', gettin' sex

I'm the ill nigga loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland you at?
I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see niggas creepin', what?

I you knew, I told you so
Never, step over my toe
I got that from the V
Static, you at?

Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the up
And if you got shove, let it bump,
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I mine in lumps

Nigga, my momma taught me that, sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for rats
See I'm wise like the guys and like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while be makin' them beats, Timbaland

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha talkin'
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

that guitar, man, eh and damn
That is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the that I spit
ya sick

It's the Lil' Man puttin' it
Got all my females around
It's little voice that's makin' ya tickle
Come on and gimme some of that liquor

Are you
Yes, I'm
Are you
Yes, I'm
Do you wanna see the get chump?
Yes, I

This nuthin' but a party
Say
After the
ya goin'?
Hearty, I gotta make my way to the crib

I forgot I was on
Yeah that shit is
But nuthin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it

Ha, ha, yeah, one more from VA
Yes, your southern
two Tecs in my Lex 'cuz I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin' for my
'Cuz I'm hard my dick, we'll ever be on the rise

Get between some and fuck until I'm stuck
Order the main course, four bitches, I'm duck
How da fuck you payin' a bitch to fuck?
If a bitch want money for me, for luck

Only thing I is weed and big cash
If yo' ass ain't a check, kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches 'cuz be envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and will

Oh, what a web we weave when I
To fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever
Possible, if you got game they blaze a
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha talkin'
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

is how we do it
We make it ride on
Like fluid

is how we do
We make it on through
liquid fluid, what?

Me and my
I know you hear you little flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people lookin' to this
Now we be out for the '98

What cha talkin'
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

What cha talkin'
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha talkin'
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B