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[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 Letras de canciones"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 (We at it again, at it again) [Magoo] Yeah gettin' a couple of you hoes Gotta dick by the size of the elbow Don't scream with it hurt I'm a fucking machine Fiend for cash, fiend for hash Ginseng make it last Push on her in the butt Not giving a nigga love Press your luck, ready to buck I'm a bad motherfucker when it comes to the show {Fuck} y'all 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 niggas keep wanting to slip Then a fool like me come out with a thang on the hip Get back in our ride, legs are up in your driver side Those seats lookin' like you 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 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) [Sebastian] 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 [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 (We at it again, at it again) From Letras Mania