Three 6 Mafia - Chop Me Up (album version) lyrics

It's going down Tennessee Justin Timberlake Timbaland Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia Tennessee VA Dirty south Dirty south It's how we do what we do man when we do what we do Yes we'll rock this sh**, what! I know you see me looking, 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 curved like Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back, oh Why don't you take a sip upon this champagne? Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name I love that hour-gla** shape you got upon that frame I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same Now I know you got a buzz out of 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 you, oh And when I call don't give me the run-around I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl There ain't nothin' to think about 'Cause you got me feenin' 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 A.K.A. Thomas Crown I heard you're lost Do you know your way around? If you gotta problem baby I can hold you down I can be your navigator or your compa** 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 And let's take it back to my house 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 spotlight 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 looking shy, but ya'll 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 could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad 'Cause you the worst, best girlfriend I ever had Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs Harder to escape than jail cells and bills You had me lost since the feeling girl and pigtales 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 the Three 6 Mafia Ghetto fab playa on these streets I'm tryin' a holla at ya Playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round I ain't gonna chirp your T-Mobile phone and chase you all over town I just want to pick you up and take you to resting nest (smacking sound) Is it good? (smacking sound) 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 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 Screwed up Chop me up Screwed up Off of your melody Chop me up Please don't make a fool of me