Lyrics We At It Again - Timbaland, Magoo

We At It Again

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 «Only deal with conjunction chicks
When I’m looking to hit
They give me butt
Now who da man, say Timbaland!
(Lil' Man)
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)
Get a cuff on your hoes
Got a dick 'bout the size of an elbow
Don’t scream when it hurt
I’m a fucking machine
Fiend for cash, fiend for hash
Ginseng make it last
Push shorty on the butt
Not giving a fuck
Press your luck, ready to buck
I’m a bad motherfucker when it come to the shows
Fucking your hoes, don’t hate Mag hate the flows
Two in the clip ready to pimp
I’m a bad motherfucker and I’m ready to trip
Y’all scared motherfuckers y’all ready to dip
With your bitch ass sporting a slip
Then a fool like me come out with a thang in the hip
Get back in your ride, light you up on your driver side
Those weak niggas better be ready to hide
One in your leg, two in your side
(Lil' Man)
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?
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
(Lil' Man)
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)