Timbaland Magoo---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 rough

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 fat

Bump till the animals jump out rough

No justifications

While my song question like that Jigga What?

I'm the call to the thugs gon' fight

In the club so tight, y'all KY-Dub

Sometimes I fall but because I get right up

With the drop top

And your mouth drop 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]

Yeah gettin' a couple of you hoes

By the size of the elbow

Don't scream with it hurt

I'm a f******* maching

Fiend for cash, fiend for hash

Ginseng make it last

Push on her in the butt

Not giving a nigga love

Press your luck, ready to buck

I'm a bad motherf***** when it comes to the show

F*** y'all don't hate Mag hate the flows

Two in the clip ready to pimp

I'm a bad motherf***** and I'm ready to trip

Y'all scared motherf****** y'all ready to dip

But you niggas keep wanting to slip

Then a fool like me come out with a thang on the hip

Get back in our ride, legs are up in your driver side

Those seats lookin' like you better be ready to hide

One in your leg, two in your side



[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)



[??]

Uh, so bad she never play niggas

I fuckin' just trade me some niggas

Fuck up my brain when she steady giving me brain in the whip

Never hit just ball legit

Give her diamonds so big she can't ball up her fist

With designers so big shirts crop at the wrist

Look at some of the shit that my dough can get

Whoo! Boy that's that shit!

That I be dippin' and poppin' the top and

These bitches ? and blockin'

These niggas lovin' the dough

My youngins lovin' the flow

South people back on the roll

Ladies get back on the floor

Fellas keep throwin' the bowls

This how a party should go



[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)