Shenanigans Lyrics - 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) 

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[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) 

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[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