Hmmmmm OW OH
Hmmmmm OW OH
Hmmmmm OW OH
Hmmmmm, cmon 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, cmon
Verse 1 – Timbaland
Timbaland done lost his mind mind
I think Im 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 cmon
Im a dirty south nigga from the VA streets oh
And this is how I represent over this here beat uh huh
And yall dont really wanna fuck with me
I dont care what yall say, yall 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
Chorus
You better hold me back oh
You better hold me back oh
You better hold me back
Cause Im full of shenanigans
Oh You better hold me back oh
You better hold me back oh
You better hold me back
Cause Im full of shenanigans
Verse 2 – Magoo
Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Dont 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 cant hold on these dreams they wont 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 dont reappear
Ima go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make shit clear
Fuck around with Oo, Ill bite off your ear
You better do the same, I fight til your slain
On right just to bite, Im tryna sever a vein
And I might put two in the sky
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Chorus
Verse 3 – Bubba Sparxxx
Sucker live in fear of the day that Im focused
Slow as he appear, its 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 dont promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, Ima 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 yall cant govern
We all aint brothers, but this aint the bitches neither
And all our rap songs aint for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, fore I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether
Dont let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me BITCH
Chorus
Humming continues
… full of shenanigans