Yeah, yeah, hey, it's going, it's going, it's going down Tennessee! Justin Timberlake! What? Timberlake! What? What do you think? Mafia! Yeah! Tennessee! V.A.! Dirty South! Hey! Dirty South! That's how we do what we do, man Hey! When we do what we do Hey! What? It's Rick Ross, that 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 you curve like Well, grab your friends and y'all can come to the back Oh, why don't you take a sip up on your champagne? Relax Take your coat off and let me get your name I love that hourglass shape you got up in that frame I like the way you talk, your game, we might be one in the same Now I know you gotta 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 Bout to snide, I bet I'll get back at ya, 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 a girl that ain't nothing to think about Cause you got me feeling, but girl, you don't hear me Hey! Little lady Hey! You got me just Screwed up Hey! Off of your melody Hey! Little lady Hey! Come on and don't Trap me up Hey! Please don't make a fool of me Come on and don't Little lady Hey! You got me just Screwed up Hey! Off of your melody Hey! Easy baby Hey! Come on girl, don't Trap me up Hey! Please don't make a fool of me You kinda cute, baby, are you new in town? My name is Tim, a.k.a. 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 grab your friends and let's take it back to my hive Let's watch Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives Simon says, touch yours while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised 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 Little lady Hey! You got me just Screwed up Hey! Off of your melody Hey! Little lady Hey! Come on and don't Trap me up Hey! Please don't make a fool of me Hey! Little lady You got me just Screwed up Hey! Off of your melody Hey! Easy, baby Hey! Come on, girl, don't Trap me up 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 the worst best girlfriend I ever had Harder to keep than cigarettes and green bags Harder to escape than jail cells and bills You hear me, Lawson's, the feeling, girl, a big tale Like Michael Jackson, how you do me this, boo? Got me crying rivers like Timberland in Timberlake, yeah They call me Juicy J, straight up out that three-six mafia Get a fab player on these freaks, I'm trying to holla junk Quit playing games, girl, you got my head spinning 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 Mess it Is it good? Is it good? And have a little smack So if you never call me, I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee Washing away my sorrow in a cold cup of Hennessy Little lady, you got me just Trued 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 Trued up Off of your melody Easy, baby Come on, girl, don't Talk me up Please don't make a fool of me Trued up Talk me up Trued up Off of your melody Hey, hey, hey, hey Talk me up Please don't make a fool of me Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey