Chop Me Up Songtext
von Justin Timberlake feat. Timbaland & Three 6 Mafia

Yeah, yeah, hey
It′s goin', goin′, goin' down
Tennessee, Justin Timberlake
Timbaland (boy)
Three 6 M-M-Mafia
Tennesse
VA, Dirty South, Dirty South
It's how we do what we do, man, when we do what we do
What? What? Project 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 you curve like
Go grab your friends and y′all can come to the back, oh-oh

Why don′t you take a sip up on this champagne?
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hourglass shape you got up on that frame
I like the 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 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 ya, oh-oh

And when I call don′t give me the run-around
I ain't gon' 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 fiending, but girl, you don′t hear me

Little lady (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady, lady)
Come on and don't (chop me up)
Please don′t make a fool of me (hey)

Little lady (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy, baby (baby, 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 got a problem, baby, I can hold you now (oh-oh)

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-oh

Y′all can be the star in my freaky spot light
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 lookin′ shy, but y'all act like y'all don′t hear me

Little lady (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady, lady)
Come on and don′t (chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me (hey)

Little lady (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Easy, baby (baby, baby)
Come on, girl, don′t (chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me (yeah)

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′re the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green bags

Harder to escape than jail cells and bills
You had me lost since the Philly girl with pigtails
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 player, all these freaks I'm tryna holler at ya
Quit playing games, girl, you got my head spinnin′ ′round
I ain't gon′ chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match
Is it good? Is it good? And have a lil' 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 (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady (lady, lady)
Come on and don't (chop me up)
Please don′t make a fool of me (hey)

Little lady (lady, lady)
You got me just (screwed up)
Off of your 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 your melody
Chop me up
Please don′t make a fool of me