Timbaland and magoo serious lyrics

[Timbaland]



Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-what



Wha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-what



Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo!



Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what!



Put me in that drank, put me in that thang



Whoo!Whoo!Whoo!Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh







Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YO



Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YO



Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes



Tim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA



Put me with them models, put me in new models YO



Gimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoe



You was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed



You came in the front, I kick you out the back do'



I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)



Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?)



I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the Pocanos



We some down-to-earth fools, who don't act first



We gettin rowdy and we bust them things yo



That's what you get, for messin with us country folk



I'm from V-A and I got it locked yo



I'm from V-A and I got it hot yo







[Chorus: Petey Pablo]



It's SERIOUS!We came to handle our business



Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches



It's SERIOUS!Only game we playin is ours



And we ain't gon' never foul out



[repeat 2X]



It's SERIOUS!







[Magoo]



Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in it



Put me in the room, hit her on the bed in it



Get me on the corner I'ma sell the whole load



Niggaz try to rock when the nine out unload



Unload my world like a St. Louie Ram



Put it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?)



Y'all fuckin with the ultimate



Shit in the park punk and now you eatin it



Rip off your shine, take out the hardest line



You (?) me actin funny like a Valentine



You fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VA



You niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't spray



UHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whores



A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse



I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox



One all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks







[Chorus]







[Timbaland]



Timbaland!I'm that man!



Watch that man!Stop that man!



Bitch, don't you dare grin



No favors, you been what I been



I'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomale



Don't give a hell what they say or read about me



I'm a rich man, invest in stock man



I buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white man



I move to Atlanta with Country Grammar



and move to 'bama with nails and hammers



to put the posters on Havannah



Move to China to move through miners



Then move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-liners



I got them cars, I got them thangs



I got them planes, I got a whole squad entertained



Timbaland, I'm the man



So ladies.. wave ya hands, what!







[Chorus]