Hmmmmm (OW) (OH). Hmmmmm (OW) (OH). Hmmmmm (OW) (OH). Hmmmmm c'mon (OW). Make them beats like you used to make (oh). Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh). Make them beats like you used to make (woo). (OOHHH) (c'mon). [Verse 1 - Timbaland]. Timbaland done lost his mind (mind). I think I'm about to cross the line (line). And find me somethin that soft to find (find). And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh). You better hold me back I told you that. I got enough heat to take your corners back. And I done took your freak you want her back. (Well you can have that hooker hooker hooker) (c'mon). I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh). And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh). And y'all don't really wanna fuck with me. I don't care what y'all say y'all stuck with me (alright now). Now I got the place panicin (oh). Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh). And I might put two in the sky (uh huh). Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo). [Chorus]. You better hold me back (oh). You better hold me back (oh). You better hold me back. Cause I'm full of shenanigans. (Oh) You better hold me back (oh). You better hold me back (oh). You better hold me back. Cause I'm full of shenanigans. [Verse 2 - Magoo]. Hold me back cause rap sell more than crack. Stack my funds my guns take my quarters back. Don't resist I will put heat on the track. Matter of fact we can take it off of wax. You and your team was livin the dream somebody shake 'em. I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em. Fuck face the street is a car chase. Ew dead set do what it take to win the race. I erase my fear and don't reappear. I'ma go to the bar and take your beer bitch. Nigga I must make shit clear. Fuck around with Oo I'll bite off your ear. You better do the same I fight 'til your slain. On right just to bite I'm tryna sever a vein. And I might put two in the sky. Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da). [Chorus]. [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]. Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused. Slow as he appear it's clear I own this. Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive. North or northfolk they jokes is our negligence. Sure they bounce to 112 I make a note of what sells. Down here the sign men don't promote it look at us fail. Fuck it I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it. Most of them think our shit is useless believe it. But me I got a love affair with all things Southern. The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern. We all ain't brothers but this ain't the bitches neither. And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either. Let me hit the reefer 'fore I forgot to be the. Little old country white boy get to spittin ether. Don't let this shit deceive ya that cracker there crafty. I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH). [Chorus]. . ... full of shenanigans