Chop Me Up (Tribute in the Style of Justin Timberlake) - DJ Mixmasters

It’s going down

Tennessee

Justin Timberlake

Timbaland

Three 6 Ma-ma-mafia

Tennessee

VA

Dirty south

Dirty south

It’s how we do what we do man when we do what we do

Yes we’ll rock this 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 your curved like

Go grab your friends and y’all can come to the back, oh

Why don’t you take a sip upon this champagne?

Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name

I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame

I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same

Now I know you got a buzz out of that alcohol

I got a house that can entertain all of y’all

Maybe later on I’ll give you a phone call

I’m 'bout to slide out, but I’ll get back at you, oh

And when I call don’t give me the run-around

I ain’t gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown

Don’t second guess it, girl

There ain’t nothin' to think about

'Cause you got me feenin' but girl you don’t hear me.

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Little lady

Come on and don’t

(chop me up)

Please don’t make a fool of me

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Easy 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

A.K.A.

Thomas Crown

I heard you’re lost

Do you know your way around?

If you gotta 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 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 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 ya’ll act like y’all don’t hear me.

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Little lady

Come on and don’t

(chop me up)

Please don’t make a fool of me

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Easy baby

Come on girl don’t

(chop me up)

Please don’t make a fool of me.

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 bills

You had me lost since the feeling girl and pigtales

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 I’m tryin' a holla at ya

Playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round

I ain’t gonna chirp your T-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.

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Little lady

Come on and don’t

(chop me up)

Please don’t make a fool of me

Little lady

You got me just

(screwed up)

Off of your melody

Easy 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.