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Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

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

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

I'm the ill that loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland 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, turn that shit up
If ya at the club, then tear the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump,
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I mine in lumps

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

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

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' 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

Play that guitar, man, eh and
That shit is tight like a of crisps
to the words that I spit
Makin' ya

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

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

This nuthin' but a party
Say
After the
ya goin'?
Hearty, I gotta make my way to the crib

I I was on probation
that shit is real
But ain't gon' happen to me
Magoo, it baby

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

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

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

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

cha talkin' '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 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

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

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

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

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

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