(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them beats like you used to (oh) Now movin (oh) now keep movin (oh) Make them beats like you to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland done lost his (mind) I I'm about to cross the line (line) And find me somethin that soft to (find) And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh) You better hold me back, I told you I got enough heat to your corners back And I done took your freak, you want her (Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA (oh) And is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh) And don't really wanna fuck with me I don't care what y'all say, stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the place (oh) Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) Like (woo)
You better me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You better me back Cause I'm of shenanigans
(Oh) You better hold me (oh) You better me back (oh) You better me back I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap sell than crack Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back resist I will put heat on the track Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, somebody 'em I can't hold on these they won't wake 'em face, the street is a car chase Ew set, do what it take, to win the race I erase my fear and don't I'ma go to the bar and take beer, bitch Nigga, I must make shit around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight your slain On right just to bite, I'm sever a vein And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Sparxxx] Sucker live in of the day that I'm focused as he appear, it's clear I own this Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive North or northfolk, they is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of sells Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us Fuck it, I'ma just the truth as I perceive it Most of think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a affair with all things Southern The dirty is a territory can't govern We all ain't brothers, but this the bitches neither And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the Little old country white boy, get to spittin Don't let this shit deceive ya, that there crafty I know you only heard me cause you have to at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans