(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)    Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)  Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)  Hmmmmm (OW) (OH)  Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW)    Make them beats like you used to make (oh)  Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)  Make them beats like you used to make (woo)  (OOHHH), (c'mon)    [Verse 1 - Timbaland]  Timbaland done lost his mind (mind)  I think I'm about to cross the line (line)  And find me somethin that soft to find (find)  And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh)  You better hold me back, I told you that  I got enough heat to take your corners back  And I done took your freak, you want her back  (Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)  I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh)  And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)  And y'all don't really wanna fuck with me  I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)  Now I got the place panicin (oh)  Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh)  And I might put two in the sky (uh huh)  Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)    [Chorus]  You better hold me back (oh)  You better hold me back (oh)  You better hold me back  Cause I'm full of shenanigans    (Oh) You better hold me back (oh)  You better hold me back (oh)  You better hold me back  Cause I'm full of shenanigans    [Verse 2 - Magoo]  Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack  Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back  Don't resist I will put heat on the track  Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax  You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em  I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em  Fuck face, the street is a car chase  Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race  I erase my fear and don't reappear  I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitch  Nigga, I must make shit clear  Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear  You better do the same, I fight 'til your slain  On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein  And I might put two in the sky  Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)    [Chorus]    [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]  Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused  Slow as he appear, it's clear I own this  Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive  North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence  Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells  Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail  Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it  Most of them think our shit is useless, believe it  But me I got a love affair with all things Southern  The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern  We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither  And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either  Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be the  Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether  Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty  I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)    [Chorus]    [humming continues]    ... full of shenanigans