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Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

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

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

I'm the ill nigga loves 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, step over 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, then tear the up
And if you got shove, let it bump,
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep in lumps

Nigga, my taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys and smart the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' beats, Timbaland

What cha 'bout?
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 talkin'
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
have 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 shit is tight like a of crisps
to the words that I spit
Makin' ya

the Lil' Man puttin' it down
Got all my flashin' around
It's that little voice that's makin' ya
Come on Timbaland and gimme some of that

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

This ain't nuthin' but a
Say
the party
Where ya
Hearty, I gotta my way back to the crib

I forgot I was on
Yeah that shit is
But ain't nuthin' gon' to me
Magoo, it baby

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

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

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

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

What cha '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

What cha 'bout?
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

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

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

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

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' 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

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

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