(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them beats you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now movin (oh) Make them beats like you used to (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
1 - Timbaland] Timbaland done his mind (mind) I I'm about to cross the line (line) And me somethin that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she right off the vine (oh) You better hold me back, I told you I got enough to take your corners back And I done took your freak, you her back (Well you can have 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 y'all don't really wanna fuck me I don't care what y'all say, y'all with me (alright now) Now I got the place (oh) Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You hold me back (oh) You better hold me (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm full of
(Oh) You better hold me (oh) You hold me back (oh) You better hold me I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap sell more crack Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back Don't resist I put heat on the track of fact, we can take it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, shake 'em I can't on these dreams they won't wake 'em Fuck face, the street is a car 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 shit clear Fuck around with Oo, bite off your ear You do the same, I fight 'til your slain On right just to bite, I'm tryna a vein And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Sparxxx] Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm as he appear, it's clear I own this Realm of rap that despise to be competitive North or northfolk, jokes is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I a note of what sells Down here the sign men don't promote it, at us fail 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 love 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 ain't for drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the Little old country white boy, get to ether Don't let this shit deceive ya, cracker there crafty I you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans