We At It Again

Timbaland & Magoo - We at It Again
(Lil' Man (Timbaland))
Bounce!
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Ladies)
Bounce with me, bounce with 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 of
Getting 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 farm
Till the animals jump out rough
No justifications

While my song question like that jigga What?
I'm the call to the thugs gone fight
In the club so tight, y'all KY-Dub
Sometimes I fall but because I pop 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 bud
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 more 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)
Getting a couple you hoes
Got to dick by the size of the elbow
Don't scream when it hurt
I'm a fucking maching
Fiend for cash, fiend for hash
Ginseng make it last
Push on her in the butt
Not giving a fuck
Press your luck, ready to buck
I'm a bad motherfucker when it comes to the show

Fuckin your hoes don't hate Mag hate the flows
Two in the clip ready to pimp
I'm a bad motherfucker and I'm ready to trip
Y'all scared motherfucker y'all ready to dip
But you bitch ass wanting to slip
Then a fool like me come out with a thang on the hip
Get back in your ride, light you up when your driver side
Those seat nigga 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 more 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 these hoes
I fair trade these hoes shit
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
Whoop! Boy that's that shit!
That I be dipping and popping the top and

These bitches? and blocking
These niggas loving the dough
My young ins loving the flow
South people back on the roll
Ladies get back on the floor
Fellas keep throwing 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 more 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)