Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, cmon (OW) Make them beats like you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh) Make them beats like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (cmon) [Verse 1 - Timbaland] Timbaland done lost his mind (mind) I think Im about to cross the line (line) And find me somethin that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh) You better hold me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take your corners back And I done took your freak, you want her back (Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (cmon) Im a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh) And yall dont really wanna fuck with me I dont care what yall say, yall stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the place panicin (oh) Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh) And I might put two in the sky (uh huh) Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo) [Chorus] You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back Cause Im full of shenanigans (Oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back Cause Im full of shenanigans [Verse 2 - Magoo] Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back Dont resist I will put heat on the track Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake em I cant hold on these dreams they wont wake em Fuck face, the street is a car chase Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race I erase my fear and dont reappear Ima go to the bar and take your beer, bitch Nigga, I must make shit clear Fuck around with Oo, Ill bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight til your slain On right just to bite, Im tryna sever a vein And I might put two in the sky Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da) [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] Sucker live in fear of the day that Im focused Slow as he appear, its clear I own this Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells Down here the sign men dont promote it, look at us fail Fuck it, Ima just tell the truth as I perceive it Most of them think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair with all things Southern The dirty is a territory yall cant govern We all aint brothers, but this aint the bitches neither And all our rap songs aint for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, fore I forgot to be the Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether Dont let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH) [Chorus] [humming continues] ... full of shenanigans
Artist: Timbaland & Magoo Bubba Sparxxx
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