[Lil' Man] (Timbaland)
 Bounce!
 Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Ladies)
 Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Fellas, uh, uh)
 Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Now ladies)
 Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Freaky fellas, ah)
 Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Now ladies)
 Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me (Freaky fellas)
 Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (Freaky, freaky now ladies)
 Freaky, freaky, freaky

 [Timbaland]
 Timbaland never walk in a place
 He can't walk out rough
 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 fat
 Bump till the animals jump out rough
 No justifications
 While my song question like that Jigga What?
 I'm the call to the thugs gon' fight
 In the club so tight, y'all KY-Dub
 Sometimes I fall but because I get right up
 With the drop top
 And your mouth drop like
 "WHAT THE FUCK?"
 Only deal with conjunction chicks
 When I'm looking to hit
 They give me butt
 Now who da man, say Timbaland!

 [Static(?)](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)

 [Magoo]
 Yeah gettin' a couple of you hoes
 By the size of the elbow
 Don't scream with it hurt
 I'm a fucking machine
 Fiend for cash, fiend for hash
 Ginseng make it last
 Push on her in the butt
 Not giving a nigga love
 Press your luck, ready to buck
 I'm a bad motherfucker when it comes to the show
 Fuck y'all 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
 But you niggas keep wanting to slip
 Then a fool like me come out with a thang on the hip
 Get back in our ride, legs are up in your driver side
 Those seats lookin' like you better be ready to hide
 One in your leg, two in your side

 [Static(?)](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, so bad she 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

 [Static(?)](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