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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 realize who the who I am
I'm like the VCR they call bad

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

I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips
Timbaland you at?
Here I go boy, I got yo' 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, turn that 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 found her chasing cheese, so I watch for rats
See I'm wise like the guys and smart like the
See I be rollin' blunts Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland

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?
have a party, B

What cha talkin'
What you 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 a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I
ya sick

It's the Man puttin' it down
Got all my females around
It's that little voice makin' ya tickle
Come on Timbaland and 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 nuthin' but a
Say
the party
Where ya
Hearty, I make my way back to the crib

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

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

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

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

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

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?
have 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

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

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

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

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' 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 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