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Description
Associated Performer: Justin Timberlake feat. Timbaland and Three-6 Mafia
Composer, Lyricist: Danjahandz
Drums, Keyboards, Producer: Danja
Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jimmy Douglass
Mastering Engineer: Herbie Powers Jr.
A& R Director: Venus Brown
Composer, Lyricist: J. Houston
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yep, yeah, hey.
It's goin', it's goin', -it's goin' down. -Tennessee.
-Justin Timberlake. -What?
-Timbaland. -What?
Three Six. M-m-mafia.
-Tennessee, V-A, Dirty South. -Hey.
Dirty South. That's how we do what we do, man.
-Hey, hey, hey. -When we do what we do.
-Hey, what, what? -It's Rick Ross, that's it, what?
I know you see me lookin', girl, go on and act right.
A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight. Now turn around and let me see just what your curve like.
Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back.
Oh, why don't you take a sip up -on the champagne? Relax. -Relax.
Take your clothes off and let me get your name.
I love that hourglass shape you got up on that frame. I like the way you talk your game, we might be one and the same.
Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol.
I got a house that can entertain all of y'all. Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call. I'm 'bout to slide out but
I'll get back at ya. Oh, and when I call, don't give me the runaround.
I ain't gon' have you tryna play me like a silly clown.
Don't second-guess it, girl, there ain't nothin' to think about. 'Cause you got me fiendin' but girl, you don't hear me.
-Little lady, you got me just. . . -Screwed up.
Off of your melody.
Little lady, -come on and don't. . . -Chop me up.
Please don't make a fool of me. Little lady, you got me just. . .
-Screwed up. -Off of your melody.
Easy, baby, come on, -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, AKA Thomas Crown.
I heard you're lost, do you know your way around? If you got a problem, baby, I can hold you down.
-Oh. -I can be your navigator or your compass.
Better yet, a genie, baby, make your third 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 and the City or Desperate
Housewives. Simon Says touch yours while you touch mine.
Parental discretion is -advised. -Oh.
Y'all can be the star in my freakin' spotlight.
Studio 54 if we get the props right. All we need right now is a little bit of, little bit of act right.
Y'all lookin' shy but y'all act like y'all don't hear me.
Little lady, -you got me just. . . -Screwed up.
Off of your melody. Little lady, come on and don't. . .
-Chop me up. -Please don't make a fool of me.
Little -lady, you got me just. . . -Screwed up.
Off of your melody. Easy, baby, come on, 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 'em all together, you'd still be twice as bad.
'Cause you're the worst best girlfriend I ever had. Harder to kick than cigarettes and green bags.
Harder to escape than jail cells and Bill's Mail. You have me lost as the vinegar in pigtails. Like Michael
Jackson, how you do me this way?
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and -Timberlake, yeah. -They call me Juicy J, straight up out that
Three 6 Mafia. Ghetto fab player, all these freaks, I'm tryna holla at ya.
Quit playin' games, girl, you got my head spinnin' 'round.
I ain't gon' track your mobile phone and chase you all over town.
I just wanna pick you up and take you to a restaurant. And mm, is it good? Mm, is it good? And have a little smack fest.
So if you never call me, I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee.
Washin' away my sorrow in a cold cup of Hennessy. Little lady, you got me just. . .
-Screwed up. -Off of your melody.
Little lady, -come on and don't. . . -Chop me up.
Please don't make a fool of me. Little lady, you got me just. . .
-Screwed up. -Off of your melody.
Easy, baby, come on, -girl, don't. . . -Chop me up.
-Please don't make a fool of me. -Hey, hey, hey, hey. Screwed up.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Chop me up.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Screwed up.
-Off of your melody. -Hey, hey, hey, hey. Chop me up.
-Please don't make a fool of me.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.