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    Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
    Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
    Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)
    Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW)

    Make them beats like you used to make (oh)
    Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
    Make them beats like you used to make (woo)
    (OOHHH), (c'mon)

    [Verse 1 - Timbaland]
    Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)
    I think I'm about to cross the line (line)
    And find me somethin that soft to find (find)
    And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)
    You better hold me back, I told you that
    I got enough heat to take your corners back
    And I done took your freak, you want her back
    (Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
    I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh)
    And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)
    And y'all don't really wanna fuck with me
    I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
    Now I got the place panicin (oh)
    Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)
    And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)
    Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)

    You better hold me back (oh)
    You better hold me back (oh)
    You better hold me back
    Cause I'm full of shenanigans

    (Oh) You better hold me back (oh)
    You better hold me back (oh)
    You better hold me back
    Cause I'm full of shenanigans

    [Verse 2 - Magoo]
    Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack
    Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
    Don't resist I will put heat on the track
    Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax
    You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
    I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
    Fuck face, the street is a car chase
    Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race
    I erase my fear and don't reappear
    I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
    Nigga, I must make shit clear
    Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear
    You better do the same, I fight 'til your slain
    On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein
    And I might put two in the sky
    Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)


    [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
    Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused
    Slow as he appear, it's clear I own this
    Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive
    North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence
    Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells
    Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
    Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it
    Most of them think our shit is useless, believe it
    But me I got a love affair with all things Southern
    The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern
    We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither
    And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either
    Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be the
    Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether
    Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
    I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)


    ... full of shenanigans

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