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Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

I'm the Lil' Man, with the Timbaland
People walkin' around to they self, "Damn"
can't realize who the fuck who I am
I'm like the VCR they call bad

People don't know what they gonna see
They might see Timbaland with Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', sex

I'm the ill nigga that Chips Ahoy
where you at?
Here I go boy, I got yo' with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin',

I thought you knew, I you so
Never, ever step my toe
I got nigga from the V
Static, you at?

Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn shit up
If ya chillin' at the club, tear the party 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, can't sneak me from the
So I found her chasing cheese, so I for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' beats, Timbaland

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

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

Play that guitar, man, eh and
That shit is tight a bowl of crisps
Listen to the that I spit
Makin' ya

It's the Lil' Man it down
Got all my females flashin'
It's that little 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 see the party get chump?
Yes, I

This ain't but a party
Say
After the
ya goin'?
Hearty, I make my way back to the crib

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

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

Get between thighs 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 want money for me, pray for luck

Only thing I is weed and big cash
If yo' ass a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches 'cuz be envious
Me and Timbaland friends and will continuous

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

What cha talkin'
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

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

What cha talkin'
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 you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people lookin' to this
Now we be out for the '98

What cha talkin'
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 talkin'
you sayin' 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