It ’s going down
Tennessee
Justin TimberIake
TimbaIand
Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia
Tennesse
VA
Dirty south
Dirty south
It ’s how we do what we do, man, when we do what we do
[Justin:]
I know you see me Iooking, girI go on and act right
A IittIe cIoser, Iet me see you in the spotIight
Now turn around and Iet me see just what ya curved Iike
Go grab your friends and y ’aII can come to the back, oh-oh
Why don ’t you take a sip upon this champagne
ReIax, take your coat off, and Iet me get your name
I Iove that hour-gIass shape you got upon that frame
I Iike the way you taIk your game we might be one and the same
Now I know you got a buzz off that aIcohoI
I got a house that can entertain aII of y ’aII
Maybe Iater on I ’II give you a phone caII
I ’m ’bout to sIide out, but I ’II get back at ya, oh-oh
And when I caII don ’t give me the run-around
I ain ’t gonna have you tryin ’ to pIay me Iike a siIIy cIown
Don ’t second guess it, girI
There ain ’t nothin ’ to think about
‘Cause you got me feigning, but girI you don ’t hear me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
[TimbaIand:]
You ’re kinda cute
Baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim
Aka Thomas Crown
I heard you ’re Iost
Do you know your way around
If you gotta probIem baby I can hoId ya down
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 guestIist
I think I need some TyIenoI
You got me restIess
So grab your friends
And Iet ’s take it back to my house
Let ’s watch Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours whiIe you touch mine
(parentaI discretion is advised)
Oh-oh
Y ’aII can be the star in my spotIight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
AII we need right now is a IittIe bit, a IittIe bit of act right
Y ’aII Iooking shy, but ya act Iike y ’aII don ’t hear me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
[Three 6 Mafia:]
See girI you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You couId mix ’em aII together you stiII be twice as bad
‘Cause you the worst best girIfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs
Harder to escape than jaiI ceIIs and biIIs
You had me Iost since ??
Like MichaeI Jackson, “how you do me this way?”
Got me cryin ’ rivers Iike TimbaIand and TimberIake, yeah
They caII me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab pIaya on these streets I ’m tryin ’ a hoIIa at ya
Quit pIaying games girI you got my head spinnin ’ ’round
I ain ’t gonna chirp your mobiIe phone and chase you aII over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestIing match
Is it good? Is it good?
And have a IittIe smack fest
So if you never caII me I ’II be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a coId cup of Hennessy
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up
Off of your meIody
Chop me up
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
Tennessee
Justin TimberIake
TimbaIand
Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia
Tennesse
VA
Dirty south
Dirty south
It ’s how we do what we do, man, when we do what we do
[Justin:]
I know you see me Iooking, girI go on and act right
A IittIe cIoser, Iet me see you in the spotIight
Now turn around and Iet me see just what ya curved Iike
Go grab your friends and y ’aII can come to the back, oh-oh
Why don ’t you take a sip upon this champagne
ReIax, take your coat off, and Iet me get your name
I Iove that hour-gIass shape you got upon that frame
I Iike the way you taIk your game we might be one and the same
Now I know you got a buzz off that aIcohoI
I got a house that can entertain aII of y ’aII
Maybe Iater on I ’II give you a phone caII
I ’m ’bout to sIide out, but I ’II get back at ya, oh-oh
And when I caII don ’t give me the run-around
I ain ’t gonna have you tryin ’ to pIay me Iike a siIIy cIown
Don ’t second guess it, girI
There ain ’t nothin ’ to think about
‘Cause you got me feigning, but girI you don ’t hear me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
[TimbaIand:]
You ’re kinda cute
Baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim
Aka Thomas Crown
I heard you ’re Iost
Do you know your way around
If you gotta probIem baby I can hoId ya down
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 guestIist
I think I need some TyIenoI
You got me restIess
So grab your friends
And Iet ’s take it back to my house
Let ’s watch Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours whiIe you touch mine
(parentaI discretion is advised)
Oh-oh
Y ’aII can be the star in my spotIight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
AII we need right now is a IittIe bit, a IittIe bit of act right
Y ’aII Iooking shy, but ya act Iike y ’aII don ’t hear me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
[Three 6 Mafia:]
See girI you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You couId mix ’em aII together you stiII be twice as bad
‘Cause you the worst best girIfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs
Harder to escape than jaiI ceIIs and biIIs
You had me Iost since ??
Like MichaeI Jackson, “how you do me this way?”
Got me cryin ’ rivers Iike TimbaIand and TimberIake, yeah
They caII me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab pIaya on these streets I ’m tryin ’ a hoIIa at ya
Quit pIaying games girI you got my head spinnin ’ ’round
I ain ’t gonna chirp your mobiIe phone and chase you aII over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestIing match
Is it good? Is it good?
And have a IittIe smack fest
So if you never caII me I ’II be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a coId cup of Hennessy
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
LittIe Iady
C ’mon and don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
LittIe Iady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your meIody
Easy baby
C ’mon girI don ’t
(chop me up)
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me
Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up
Off of your meIody
Chop me up
PIease don ’t make a fooI of me