Justin Timberlake, Timbaland, Three 6 Mafia - Chop Me Up lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hey
It's goin', goin', goin' down
Tennessee, Justin Timberlake (Boy)
Timbaland (Boy) three 6 M-M-Mafia
Tennessee vA dirty south, dirty south
This how we do what we do, man
When we do what we do what, what
Project shit, what?

I know you see me lookin', 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 you curve like
Go grab your friends and y'all
Can come to the back, ooh
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 and the same
Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that can entertain all o' y'all
Maybe later on, I'll give you a phone call
About to slide out, but I'll get back at ya
Ooh
And when I call, don't give me the runaround
I ain't gon' have ya tryna play
Me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl
There ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause ya got me fiendin', but girl
Ya don't hear me

Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody little lady (Lady, lady)
Come on and don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody easy, baby (Baby, 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 now (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
Ya 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 spot light
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit of
Little bit of act right y'all lookin shy
But y'all act like y'all don't hear me

Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody little lady (Lady, lady)
Come on and don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody easy, baby (Baby, baby)
Come on, girl, don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

Yeah, see, girl
You stronger then the strongest
Drug I ever had
You can mix 'em all together
You still would be twice as bad
'Cause you're the worst best
Girlfriend I ever had
Harder to quit than cigarettes and green bags
Harder to escape than jail cells and bills
Man, you had me lost since the
Minute girl and pig tails
Like Michael Jackson, how you do me this way
Got me cryin' rivers like
Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah

They call me Juicy J
Straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab player
All these freaks I'm tryna holler at ya
Quit playin' games, girl
You got my head spinnin' 'round
I ain't gon' chirp your mobile phone
And chase you all over town
I just wanna pick you up and
Take you to a wrestling match
Is it good? Is it good? And
Have a lil' smack fest
So if you never call me
I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washin' away my sorrows in a
Cold cup o' Hennessy

Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody little lady (Lady, lady)
Come on and don't (Chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (Lady, lady)
You got me just (Screwed up)
Off of your melody easy, baby (Baby, 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)