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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"
People can't who the fuck who I am
I'm the VCR tech they call bad

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

I'm the ill nigga loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland you at?
Here I go boy, I got yo' back 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 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 mine in

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

What cha talkin'
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

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?
have a party, B

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

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

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 make my way to the crib

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

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

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

Only I love 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 continuous

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

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 '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 liquid

is how we do
We it ride 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

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?
have a party, B

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