timbaland
we at it again
[lil’ man] (timbaland) Bounce! Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (ladies) Bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (fellas, uh, uh) Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies) Bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (freaky fellas, ah) Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies) Bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (freaky fellas) Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (freaky, freaky now ladies) Freaky, freaky, freaky [timbaland] Timbaland never walk in a place He can’t walk out of Gettin’ rude in the place With a gun in my waist I just might pop out slugs With a straight arm Bullets stomp through your phat farm till the animals jump out of No justifications While my song question like that jigga what? I’m the cause that the thugs gon’ fight In the club so tight, y’all ky’d up Sometimes I fall, on cars I just hop right up With the drop top and the top dropped And your mouth drops like "what the {fuck? }" Only deal with conjunction chicks When I’m looking to hit They give me butt Now who da man, say timbaland! [static](lil’ man) Now off the top, off the top (we at it again) From the candy store to the coffee shop (we at it again) To your girl next door, to your boy next door (we at it again) To the one’s at the club To the people on the floor (we at it again) Hit in one mo’ gin Now say off the top, off the top (we at it again) From the candy store to the coffee shop (we at it again) To your girl next door, to your boy next door (we at it again) To the people at the club To the one’s on the floor (we at it again, at it again) [magoo] Get a fucking watch Like brat let me see what to hit for 45 g’s what I spit for Get more money than y’all Born to ball, go to the mall Take dat off the rack Ain’t gotta shop at rack n sack I’m a man with a plan to jack Jack your car, jack your ice Jack your house, jack your life Rock ma with a bud tonight You can have the fame, gimme your loot All your tools, all your jewels Mag a fool I’mma blast till I can’t blast High from penicillin Not willing to pass out till y’all cash out With a mask out man i’mma break the bank Drive through town in an army tank Y’all wanna see me I’m in virginia watching tv in 3d [static](lil’ man) Now off the top, off the top (we at it again) From the candy store to the coffee shop (we at it again) To your girl next door, to your boy next door (we at it again) To the one’s at the club To the people on the floor (we at it again) Hit in one mo’ gin Now say off the top, off the top (we at it again) From the candy store to the coffee shop (we at it again) To your girl next door, to your boy next door (we at it again) To the people at the club To the one’s on the floor (we at it again, at it again) [sebastian] Listen to me Sebastian so south that my house got candy doors Man I’ll pop a grown chick to mandy moore Far from a 6-1 clique dropping yours Slowmo, chrome wheels still riding fourth Keep chicks stationary like I’m leaving on tour Palms grip a snub nose I ain’t leaving poor (whoa! boy give me more) See I be dippin’ and poppin’ the top and These fools clockin’ and blockin’ These ladies lovin’ the dough My youngins lovin’ the flow South boys back on the roll Ladies get back on the floor Fellas keep throwin’ them bowls This how a party should go [static](lil’ man) (in background "get crunk! get crunk! we at it again!") Now off the top, off the top From the candy store to the coffee shop To your girl next door, to your boy next door To the one’s at the club To the people on the floor Hit in one mo’ gin Now say off the top, off the top From the candy store to the coffee shop To your girl next door, to your boy next door To the people at the club To the one’s on the floor (we at it again, at it again) Get crunk, get crunk... We at it again Get crunk, get crunk... We at it again [static](lil’ man) Now off the top, off the top From the candy store to the coffee shop To your girl next door, to your boy next door To the one’s at the club To the people on the floor Hit in one mo’ gin Now say off the top, off the top From the candy store to the coffee shop To your girl next door, to your boy next door To the people at the club To the one’s on the floor