[Intro: Timbaland]
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin somethin like dis
Hear the beat? Uh
(*clapping*) Say what? That's right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
(*laughing*) Uh right now, I'mma bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
[Verse 1: Twista]
(Who am I?) Nigga with the blunt, steady trippin
Sippin on the concoction, with the gun cocked in
Drum knockin, gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a by the ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'mma flow until my belly hurt
Pimp nigga rockin on the stage and rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh, feels like anotha one (Who you be?) Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The motherfucker most likely
To get into it with the opposition in my position I break 'em off when I give 'em the heat
Steady reefer rollin, bullets body decomposin I dismember the weak on a Timbaland beat
You remember the deep, conversation we had
When my "Adrenalin" was rushin, check yo brakes and knee pads
When the Twista get to bustin, parties gon' get rushed in
I can make 'em hit the dance flo', brothas, bitches, and hustlers, I get up in the guts homie, never phony
Hit em' wicked when they run up on me, and motherfuckers still don't know me, let 'em know slowly
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin somethin like dis
Hear the beat? Uh
(*clapping*) Say what? That's right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
(*laughing*) Uh right now, I'mma bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
[Verse 1: Twista]
(Who am I?) Nigga with the blunt, steady trippin
Sippin on the concoction, with the gun cocked in
Drum knockin, gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a by the ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'mma flow until my belly hurt
Pimp nigga rockin on the stage and rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh, feels like anotha one (Who you be?) Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The motherfucker most likely
To get into it with the opposition in my position I break 'em off when I give 'em the heat
Steady reefer rollin, bullets body decomposin I dismember the weak on a Timbaland beat
You remember the deep, conversation we had
When my "Adrenalin" was rushin, check yo brakes and knee pads
When the Twista get to bustin, parties gon' get rushed in
I can make 'em hit the dance flo', brothas, bitches, and hustlers, I get up in the guts homie, never phony
Hit em' wicked when they run up on me, and motherfuckers still don't know me, let 'em know slowly
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