Justin Timberlake (Feat. Timberland & Three Six Mafia) Chop Me Up Lyrics

yea, yea... hey! itz going (scribble) down
justin timberlake!
timbaland!
three 6 (scribble) mafia!
tennesee!
V-A! yeah!
Dirty Souf! yeah, Dirty Souf!
Itz how we do, what we do man... when we do what we do..
hey, what. rock this s___.. wut!

[justin timberlake]
I know you see me lookin, girl gon wanna act right
A little closer let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what cha curve like
Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back (ohhh)
Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne
Relax {relax} Take ya coat off and let me get ya name
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same
Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol
I got a house that could entertain all of yall
Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call
I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya (ohhh)
And when I call don't give me the run around
I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about
Ya got me fiendin' but girl you don't hear me

CHORUS:
Little lady (lady lady)
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later (later later)
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady (later later)
Ya got me just (screwed up)
Off of ya melody
Easy baby (baby baby)
Come on girl don't (chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

[timbaland]
ya kinda cute baby are you new in town
My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown
I heard ya lost, do you know your way around
If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down (ohhh)
I can be ya navigator or ya compass
Better yet a genie baby, make ya first wish
You the party baby, I'm just the guest list
I think I need some tylenol you got me restless
So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my hive
Lets watch s__ in the city or desperate housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
Parental discretion is advised (ohhh)
Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light
Studio fifty four if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right
Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me

CHORUS
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later {later later}
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Easy baby {baby baby}
Come on girl don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me

[Three6Mafia]
See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad
'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs
Harder to escape than jail cells and bill payers
You had me lost since the minute girl in 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 playa on these streets Im tryin to holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin round
I ain't trip your mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to resting nest
(smacking sound) Is it good? (smacking sound) Is it good?
And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessy

CHORUS:
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya melody
Little later {later later}
Come on and don't {chop me up}
Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady {lady lady}
Ya got me just {screwed up}
Off of ya 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 ya melody
Chop me up please dont make a fool of me