yea, yea... hey! itz going (scribble) down
justin timberlake!
timbaland!
three 6 (scribble) mafia!
tennesee!
V-A! yeah!
Dirty Souf! yeah, Dirty Souf!
Itz how we do, what we do man... when we do what we do..
hey, what. rock this shit.. wut!
[justin timberlake]
I know you see me lookin, girl gon wanna act right
A little closer let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what cha curve like
Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back (ohhh)
Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne
Relax {relax} Take ya coat off and let me get ya name
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same
Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol
I got a house that could entertain all of yall
Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call
I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya (ohhh)
And when I call don't give me the run around
I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about
Ya got me fiendin' but girl you don't hear me
CHORUS:
Little lady (lady lady)
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later (later later)
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (later later)
Ya got me just (screwed up)
Off of ya melody
Easy baby (baby baby)
Come on girl don't (chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
[timbaland]
ya kinda cute baby are you new in town
My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown
I heard ya lost, do you know your way around
If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down (ohhh)
I can be ya navigator or ya compass
Better yet a genie baby, make ya first wish
You the party baby, I'm just the guest list
I think I need some tylenol you got me restless
So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my hive
Lets watch sex in the city or desperate housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
Parental discretion is advised (ohhh)
Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light
Studio fifty four if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right
Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me
CHORUS
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later {later later}
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Easy baby {baby baby}
Come on girl don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
[Three6Mafia]
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 thangs
Harder to escape than jail cells and bill payers
You had me lost since the minute girl in pig tails
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 Im tryin to holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin round
I ain't trip your mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to resting nest
(smacking sound) Is it good? (smacking sound) 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
CHORUS:
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later {later later}
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Easy baby {baby baby}
Come on girl don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up
Screwed up off of ya melody
Chop me up please dont make a fool of me
Chop Me Up Lyrics
(feat. Three 6 Mafia, Timbaland)
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 get 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 down
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
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 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 bill bail
You had me lost since the felling girl and 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 chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match
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
Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up
Off of your melody
Chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
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 get 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 down
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
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 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 bill bail
You had me lost since the felling girl and 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 chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match
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
Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up
Off of your melody
Chop me up
Please don't make a fool of me
Bounce - Justin Timberlake
(ft. Timbaland, dr. Dre, Missy Elliott)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... bounce... ooh I like you... bounce...
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business, 'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty, I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
[Verse 3: Missy Elliott]
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
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