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)