It's going down
Tennessee
Justin Timberlake
Timbaland
Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia
Tennesse
VA
Dirty south
Dirty south
It's how we do what we do, man,
when we do what we do
[Justin:]
I know you see me looking,
girl go on and act right
A little closer, let me see
you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me
see just what ya curved
like
Go grab your friends and
y'all can come to the
back, oh-oh
Why don't you take a sip
upon this champagne
Relax, take your coat off, and
let me catch your name
I love that hour-glass shape
you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk
your game we might be one
and the same
Now I know you got a buzz
off that alcohol
I got a house that can
entertain all of y'all
Maybe later on I'll give
you a phone call
I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll
get back at ya, oh-oh
And when I call don't give
me the run-around
I ain't gonna have you
tryin' to play me like a
silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl
There ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause you got me feigning, but
girl you don't hear me
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady
C'mon and don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby
C'mon girl don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
[Timbaland:]
You're kinda cute
Baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim
Aka Thomas Crown
I heard you're lost
Do you know your way around
If you gotta problem baby
I can hold ya now
I can be your navigator
or your compass
Better yet a genie baby
make your first wish
You the party, baby
I'm just the guestlist
I think I need some Tylenol
You got me restless
So grab your friends
And let's take it back to my house
Let's watch Sex and the City or
Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours
while you touch mine
(parental discretion is advised)
Oh-oh
Y'all can be the star in
my freaky spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a
little bit, a little bit
of act right
Y'all looking shy, but ya act
like y'all don't hear me
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady
C'mon and don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby
C'mon girl don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
[Three 6 Mafia:]
See girl you stronger
than the strongest drug
I ever had
You could mix 'em all
together you still be twice
as bad
'Cause you the worst best
girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than
cigarettes and green bags
Harder to escape than
jail cells and bills
You had me lost since that
philly girl in pigtails
Like Michael Jackson, "how
you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like
Timbaland and Timberlake,
yeah
They call me Juicy J straight up
out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab playa on these
streets I'm tryin' a
holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you
got my head spinnin' 'round
I ain't gonna track your
mobile phone and chase you
all over town
I just want to pick you up
and take you to my bachelor
pad
Is it good? Is it good?
And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me
I'll be somewhere down in
Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a
cold cup of Hennessy
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady
C'mon and don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby
C'mon girl don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
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