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Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

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

People don't know what gonna see next
might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or a duet with the group called Beck
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, ever over my toe
I got that nigga 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 the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump,
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep 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 smart 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

cha talkin' 'bout?
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

cha talkin' '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 words that I
ya sick

It's the Man puttin' it down
Got all my females around
It's that little voice that's 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 party get
Yes, I

This nuthin' but a party
Say
the party
Where ya
Hearty, I gotta my way back to the crib

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

Ha, ha, yeah, one again from VA
Yes, southern representative
Keep two in my Lex 'cuz I'm sensitive
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 course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
How da fuck you payin' a bitch just to
If a bitch want for me, pray for luck

thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga 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 you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my

cha talkin' '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 'bout?
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

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

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

Me and my
I know you hear you little airplanes flyin'
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 '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

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