or
Timbaland

Yup, Yea, Hey
It's goin, it's goin, it's goin down, hey!
Tennessee, Justin Timberlake
Timbaland
Three 6 Ma-Ma-Mafia
Tennessee
V.A.
Dirty South
Dirty South
That's how we do what we do

I know you see me lookin', girl go on and act right
A little closer let me see you in the spotlight
I turn around and let me see just what your curve like
Go grab your friends and ya'll can come into the back (Oh)
Why don't you take a sip up on the champagne
Relax... and take your clothes off and let me getcha name
I love that hourgla** shape you got up on that frame
I like that way you talk your game we might be one in the same

Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that could entertain all of ya'll
Maybe later on, I'll give you a phone call
I'm about to slide out but I'll get back at ya (Oh)
And when I call don't give me the run around
I ain't 'gon have ya try to play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess a girl that ain't a thing to think about
'Cause you got me fiendin' but girl you don't hear me

Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady lady)
C'mon and don't (chop it up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby (baby baby)
C'mon girl don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

You're kinda cute baby are you new in town
My name is Tim a.k.a. Thomas Crown
I heard you lost do you know your way around
If you got a problem baby I can hold you now (Oh)
I can be your navigator or your compa**
Better yet, a genie, baby make your first wish
You the party baby, I'm just the guest list
I think I need some tylenol, you got me restless
So grab your friends and let's take it back to my hive
Let's watch Sex in the City or Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
PARENTAL DISCRETION IS ADVISED (Oh)
Ya'll can the star in my spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the parts right
All we need right now is a little bit, little bit, act right
Ya'll lookin' shy but ya'll act like ya'll don't hear me

Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady lady)
C'mon and don't (chop it up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby (baby baby)
C'mon girl don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You can mix them all together you still be twice as bad
'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Holler the keg, the cigarettes and green bags
Harder to escape than jail cells and bills, bail
You had me locked since the _ and pigtails
Like Michael Jackson (how you do me this way)
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yea

They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab player on the streets I'm tryna holler at ya
Quit playin' games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round
I'm 'gon check my mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a _ nasty
Is it good, is it good
And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washin' away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessey

Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady lady)
C'mon and don't (chop it up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (lady lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy baby (baby baby)
C'mon girl don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

[repeated till fade out] hey
Screwed Up
Chop It Up
Screwed Up (Off of your melody)
Chop Me Up (Please don't make a fool of me)

Written by MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / HILLS, NATE / TIMBERLAKE, JUSTIN / HOUSTON, JORDAN / BEAUREGARD, PAUL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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