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Intro
(What cha talkin' 'bout?)
Repeat above throughout intro
Lil' Man Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
Timb Told y'all
Lil' Man What?
Timb Told y'all
Lil' Man What? Check it out
Lil' Man
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "d*mn!"
People can't realize who the fk who I am
I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
People don't know what they gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
Timb I'm the ill nigg* that loves Chips Ahoy
Lil' Man Timbaland where you at?
Timb
Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them creepin', what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I got that nigg* (what what)
>From the "V", Static, where you at?
Static
Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that s**t up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
nigg*, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
Lil' Man & Timbaland
1 - What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B
What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B
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Lil' Man
Play that guitar, man, eh, and d*mn!
That s**t is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down
Got all my females flashin' around
It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle
Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor
Timb
Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)
Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
Do you wanna see the party get chrump?
(Yes, I pump)
This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)
After the party (Where ya goin'?)
Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib
I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that s**t is real)
But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, finish it baby
Magoo
Ha ha, yeah
One more again from VA
Yes, your southern representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
Cuz I'm hard like my d*ck, we'll ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs, and fk until I'm stuck
Order the main course, four girls, I'm serving duck
How da fk you payin' a b*tch just to fk?
If a b*tch want money for me, pray for luck
Only thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' as* ain't a check, nigg* kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky girls in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
Oh, what a web we weave
When I achieved to fk the baddest b*tch you them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, girls go rump with just my name
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Timb
This is how we do it
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid
This is how we do
We make it ride on through
Like liquid fluid, what?
Me and my posse
I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this
Now we gotta be out
For the '98
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