Yeah, yeah, hey, it's going, going, going down Tennessee! Justin Timberlake! What? Timberlake! What? 3-6! M-M-Mafia! Tennessee! V-A! Dirty South! Hey! Dirty South! That's how we do what we do, man What we do, what we do What? What? Everybody dance, yeah! What? I know you see me looking, girl, go on your neck, right? A little close and let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like Go *** 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 I love that hourglass shape you got up on that frame I like the way you talk, your game, we might be one in 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 about to slide out, but I'll get back at you, oh And when I call, don't give me the runaround I ain't gon' have you trying to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl, there ain't nothing to think about Cause you got me feeling good, girl, you don't hear me Hey, little lady Hey, hey, hey You got me just Screwed up Hey, hey Off of your melody Hey, hey Little lady Hey, hey Come on and don't Trap me up Hey, hey Please don't make a fool of me Hey, hey Little lady Hey, hey You got me just Screwed up Hey, hey Off of your melody Hey, hey Easy baby Hey, hey Come on, girl, don't Trap me up Hey, hey Please don't make a fool of me You kinda cute, baby, are you new in town? My name is Tim, aka Thomas Crown I heard you lost, do you know your way around? If you got a problem, baby, I can hold you down 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 *** your friends and let's take it back to my hive Let's watch six in the city or different housewives Simon says, touch yours while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised Oh Y'all can be the star in my frickin' 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 y'all act like y'all don't hear me Hey, hey Little lady Hey, hey You got me just Screwed up Hey, hey Off of your melody Hey, hey Little lady Hey, hey Come on and don't Trap me up Hey, hey Please don't make a fool of me Hey, hey You got me just Screwed up Hey, hey Off of your melody Hey, hey Easy, baby Hey, hey Come on, girl, don't Trap me up Hey, hey Please don't make a fool of me See, girl, you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had You can mix them all together, you 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 Bill Mail You hear me, lobsters, the vinegar, and big tails Like Michael Jackson, how you do me this, man? Got me cryin' rivers like Timberland in Timberlake, yeah They call me Juicy J, straight up out the three-six mafia Ghetto fire playa on these freaks, I'm tryna holla junk Quit playin' games, girl, you got my head spinnin' round I ain't gon' trip your mobile phone, it trips you all over town I just wanna pick you up and take you to a restaurant Messin' Is it good? Is it good? And have a little smack So if you never call me, I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee Washin' away my sorrow 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 Talk 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 and don't Talk me up Please don't make a fool of me Screwed up Talk me up Screwed up Off of your melody Talk me up Please don't make a fool of me