[Intro]
  (What cha talkin' 'bout?)
  [Repeat above throughout intro]
    [Lil' Man] Uh oh
  Ha ha, what?
  Uh oh, what?
  [Timb] Told y'all
  [Lil' Man] What?
  [Timb] Told y'all
  [Lil' Man] What? Check it out
    [Lil' Man]
  I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
  People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
  People can't realize who the fuck who I am
  I'm like the VCR tech they call bad
  People don't know what they gonna see next
  They might see Timbaland with Funkmaster Flex
  Or doin' a duet with the group called Beck
  Or back in the studio gettin', gettin' sex
    [Timb] I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
  [Lil' Man] Timbaland where you at?
    [Timb]
  Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
  You see them niggas creepin', what?
  I thought you knew, I told you so
  Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
  I got that nigga (what what)
  From the "V", Static, where you at?
    [Static]
  Here I go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit up
  If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party up
  And if you got shove, let it bump bump
  Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumps
  Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the back
  So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
  See I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streets
  See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be makin' them beats, Timbaland
    [Lil' Man & Timbaland]
  [1] - What cha talkin' 'bout?
  What you sayin' to me?
  Why you staring at me?
  Let's have a party, B
     What cha talkin' 'bout?
  What you sayin' to me?
  Why you staring at me?
  Let's have a party, B
    [Repeat 1]
    [Lil' Man]
  Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!
  That shit is tight like a bowl of crisps
  Listen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sick
  It's the Lil' Man puttin' it down
  Got all my females flashin' around
  It's that little voice that's makin' ya tickle
  Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor
    [Timb]
  Are you drunk? (Yes, I'm drunk)
  Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
  Do you wanna see the party get chrump?
  (Yes, I pump)
  This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say what?)
  After the party (Where ya goin'?)
  Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the crib
  I forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)
  But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to me
  Magoo, finish it baby
    [Magoo]
  Ha ha, yeah
  One more again from VA
  Yes, your southern representative
  Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitive
  All my competition stop wishin' for my demise
  Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the rise
  Get between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuck
  Order the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
  How da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?
  If a bitch want money for me, pray for luck
  Only thing I love is weed and big cash
  If yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass
  Leavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be envious
  Me and Timbaland still friends and will continuous
  Oh, what a web we weave
  When I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seen
  Possible, if you got game they blaze a zing
  Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my name
    [Repeat 1]
  [Repeat 1]
    [Timb]
  This is how we do it
  We make it ride on through
  Like liquid fluid
  This is how we do
  We make it ride on through
  Like liquid fluid, what?
  Me and my posse
  I know you hear you little airplanes flyin' around
  Yeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to this
  Now we gotta be out
  For the '98
    [Repeat 1]