Chop Me Up (feat. Timbaland & Three 6 Mafia)

Yeah, yeah, hey

It's goin', goin', goin' down

Tennessee, Justin Timberlake

Boy

Timbaland

Boy

Three 6 M-M-Mafia

Tennessee

V.A., Dirty South, Dirty South (Yeah, hey)

This how we do what we do, man

When we do what we do

What, what?

P-P-Project shit, 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 ya curved like

Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back, oh

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne?

Relax, take your coat off and let me get your name (Relax)

I love that hourglass shape you got up on that frame

I like the way you talk your game, we might be one and the same

Now I know you got a buzz off 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 ya, 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 nothing to think about

'Cause you got me feignin', 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, AKA Thomas Crown

I heard you're lost, do you know your way around?

If you got a problem, baby, I can hold you down

Oh

I can be your navigator or your compass

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 freaky 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

Yeah

See, girl, you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had

You mix 'em all together, you'd still be twice as bad

'Cause you're the worst best girlfriend I ever had

Harder to kick than cigarettes and green bags

Harder to escape than jail cells and bills

Well, ya had me lost since the pinup girl and pig tails

Like Michael Jackson, "How you do me this way?"

Got me crying 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 trying to holla at ya

Quit playing games, girl, you got my head spinnin' 'round

I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town

I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Is it good, 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

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey