Timbaland & Magoo We At It Again lyrics

Bounce
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk
(Ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me
(Fellas, uh, uh)

Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk
(Now ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me
(Freaky fellas, ah)

Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk
(Now ladies)
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me
(Freaky fellas)

Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk
(Freaky, freaky now ladies)
Freaky, freaky, freaky

Timbaland never walk in a place he can't walk out of
Gettin' rude in the place with a gun in my waist
I just might pop out slugs with a straight arm
Bullets stomp through your Phat Farm till the animals jump out of
No justifications while my song question like that Jigga what?

I'm the cause that the thugs gon' fight in the club so tight, y'all KY'd up
Sometimes I fall, on cars I just hop right up
With the drop top and the top dropped and your mouth drops like

What the
(Fuck?)
Only deal with conjunction chicks when I'm looking to hit
They give me butt now who da man, say Timbaland

Now off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the one's at the club, to the people on the floor
(We at it again)

Hit in one mo' gin, now say off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the people at the club, to the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)

Yeah gettin' a couple of you hoes
Gotta by the size of the elbow
(Dick)
Don't scream with it hurt, I'm a machine
(Fucking)

Fiend for cash, fiend for hash ginseng make it last
Push on her in the butt not giving a nigga love
Press your luck, ready to buck
I'm a bad when it comes to the show
(Motherfucker)

(Fuck)
Y'all don't hate Mag hate the flows
Two in the clip ready to pimp

I'm a bad and I'm ready to trip
(Motherfucker)

Y'all scared y'all ready to dip
(Motherfucker)
But you niggas keep wanting to slip
Then a fool like me come out with a thang on the hip
Get back in our ride, legs are up in your driver side
Those seats lookin' like you better be ready to hide
One in your leg, two in your side

Now off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the one's at the club, to the people on the floor
(We at it again)

Hit in one mo' gin, now say off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the people at the club, to the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)

Uh, Sebastian never play niggas
I fuckin' just trade me some niggas
Fuck up my brain
When she steady giving me brain in the whip

Never hit just ball legit, give her diamonds
So big she can't ball up her fist
With designers so big shirts crop at the wrist
Look at some of the shit that my dough can get

Whoo, boy that's that shit, that I be dippin'
And poppin' the top and these bitches [unverified] and blockin'
These niggas lovin' the dough my youngins lovin' the flow
South people back on the roll ladies get back on the floor
Fellas keep throwin' the bowls this how a party should go

Now off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the one's at the club, to the people on the floor
(We at it again)

Hit in one mo' gin, now say off the top, off the top
(We at it again)
From the candy store to the coffee shop
(We at it again)

To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(We at it again)
To the people at the club, to the one's on the floor
(We at it again, at it again)