We At It Again - Timbaland, Magoo

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 «Only deal with conjunction chicks

When I’m looking to hit

They give me butt

Now who da man, say Timbaland!

(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

(We at it again, at it again)

Get a cuff on your hoes

Got a dick 'bout the size of an elbow

Don’t scream when it hurt

I’m a fucking machine

Fiend for cash, fiend for hash

Ginseng make it last

Push shorty on the butt

Not giving a fuck

Press your luck, ready to buck

I’m a bad motherfucker when it come to the shows

Fucking 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 motherfuckers y’all ready to dip

With your bitch ass sporting a slip

Then a fool like me come out with a thang in the hip

Get back in your ride, light you up on your driver side

Those weak niggas better be ready to hide

One in your leg, two in your side

(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

(We at it again, at it again)

Uh, Sebastian never play niggas

I fuckin' just trade me some niggas

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

Whoo!

Boy that’s that shit!

That I be dippin' and poppin' the top and

These bitches?

and blockin'

These niggas lovin' the dough

My youngins lovin' the flow

South people back on the roll

Ladies get back on the floor

Fellas keep throwin' the bowls

This how a party should go

(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

(We at it again, at it again)