[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 of
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 Phat Farm till the animals jump out of
No justifications
While my song question like that Jigga What?
I’m the cause that the thugs gon’ fight
In the club so tight, y’all KY’d up
Sometimes I fall, on cars I just hop right up
With the drop top and the top dropped
And your mouth drops 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