Damn Girl

Chop Me Up

Song: Chop Me Up
Written By:
J. Timberlake; T. Mosley; N. Hills; J. Houston; P. Beauregard

Yup, Yea, Hey
It’s goin, it’s goin, it’s goin down, hey!
Tennessee, Justin Timberlake
Three 6 Ma-Ma-Mafia
V.A., Dirty South, Dirty South
It’s how we do what we do, man
When we do what we do, what, what


I know you see me lookin, 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 curved like
Go grab your friends and ya’ll can come to the back

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

Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that could 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 ya

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 feignin’, but girl you don’t hear me

Little lady, you got me just
(Screwed up) Off of your melody
Little lady, C’mon 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, c’mon 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, AKA Thomas Crown
I heard you’re 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’re 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 in the City” or “Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
parental discretion is advised

Ya’ll can be the star in my spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit, little bit, act right
Ya’ll lookin shy, but ya’ll act like ya’ll don’t hear me

[Chorus Repeat]

[Three 6 Mafia]
See girl you’re stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix them all together you still be twice as bad
‘Cause you’re the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green bags

Harder to escape than jail cells and bills, mail
You had me lost since the philly girl and pigtails
Like Michael Jackson “How you do me this way?“)
Got me cryin’ rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yea

They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab player on the streets I’m tryn’ a holler at ya
Quit playin’ games, girl, you got my head spinnin’ round
I ain’t gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town

I just want to pick you up and take you to a bachelor nest
Is it good?, is it good? And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washin’ away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessey

[Chorus Repeat]

Screwed up
Chop me up
Screwed up (Off of your melody)
Chop Me Up (Please dont make a fool of me)

Damn Girl