[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 Damn!
People can`t realize who the fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas creepin`, what?
I thought you knew, I told you so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I got that nigga (what what)
>From the V, Static, where you at?
[Static]
Here I go, if ya pearlin` in a `lac, then turn that shit 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
Nigga, 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
Repeat 1
[Lil` Man]
Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That shit 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 shit 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 dick, we`ll ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs, and fuck until I`m stuck
Order the main course, four bitches, I`m serving duck
How da fuck you payin` a bitch just to fuck?
If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck
Only thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo` ass ain`t a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin` freaky bitches 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 fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
