Chop Me Up featuring Timbaland & Three 6 Mafia

Yep, yeah, hey It's goin' g-goin' g-g-g goin' down Tennessee Justin Timberlake, (what) Timbaland (what) Three 6 Ma-Ma-Mafia Tennessee V-A Dirty South, (hey) Dirty South... this how we do, when we do When we do what we do What what... Rock that shit what... I know you see me lookin Girl go on and act right A little closer let me see you in the spot light Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like Go grab your friends and y'all could come to the back (Ohh) Why don't you take a sip up on the champagne Relax, (relax) take your coat off and let me get your name I love that hour glass 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 could entertain all a 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 (Ohh) And when I call, don't give me the run around I ain't gonna have you try to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it girl, there ain't nothing to think about Cause you got me feindin', but girl you don't hear me Little lady, you got me just Screwed up Off of your melody Little lady, c'mon 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, c'mon girl don't Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me You're kind of cute, baby are you new in town My name is Tim, a/k/a Thomas Crown I heard you're lost, do you know your way around If you got a problem, baby I can hold you down (Ohh) I can be your navigator or your compass 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 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 (Ohh) Y'all can be the star in my freaky spot light Studio 54 if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right Y'all are acting shy but you act like you don't hear me Little lady, you got me just Screwed up Off of your melody Little lady, c'mon 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, 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 could mix them 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 bills mailed You had me locked since a bitty girl with pig tails Like Michael Jackson, why you do me this way Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake Yeah... They call me Juicy J, straight up out the Three 6 Mafia Ghetto fab player all these freaks, and I'm tryin' to holla at ya Quit playin' games girl, you got my head spinnin 'round I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match then (Is it good, is it good) And have a little smack fest So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup Hennessy Little lady, you got me just Screwed up Off of your melody Little lady, c'mon 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, c'mon girl don't Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Hey hey hey hey… Screwed up Hey hey hey hey… Chop me up Hey hey hey… Screwed up Off of your melody Hey hey hey… Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Hey hey hey…