[Timbaland]
  Wha-what what-what-wha-what, wha-what what what-wha-wha-what
  Wha-what what-what-wha-what, what what what-wha-wha-what
  Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo!
  Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what!
  Put me in that drank, put me in that thang
  Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Freaky-freaky-freaky - uhh
    Put me in that drank, put me in that game, YO
  Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies YO
  Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes
  Tim about to let us know - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
  Put me with them models, put me in new models YO
  Gimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoe
  You was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed
  You came in the front, I kick you out the back do'
  I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach(?)
  Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads(?)
  I'm chillin in Cuba, chillin in the Pocanos
  We some down-to-earth fools, who don't act first
  We gettin rowdy and we bust them things yo
  That's what you get, for messin with us country folk
  I'm from V-A and I got it locked yo
  I'm from V-A and I got it hot yo
    [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
  It's SERIOUS! We came to handle our business
  Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches
  It's SERIOUS! Only game we playin is ours
  And we ain't gon' never foul out
  [repeat 2X]
  It's SERIOUS!
    [Magoo]
  Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in it
  Put me in the room, hit her on the bed in it
  Get me on the corner I'ma sell the whole load
  Niggaz try to rock when the nine out unload
  Unload my world like a St. Louie Ram
  Put it down like a Florida at the screen jam(?)
  Y'all fuckin with the ultimate
  Shit in the park punk and now you eatin it
  Rip off your shine, take out the hardest line
  You (?) me actin funny like a Valentine
  You fuckin with wilderbeasts when you come to VA
  You niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't spray
  UHH - put me on the corner liquor store with whores
  A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse
  I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox
  One all in my cash, rubbin on my fuckin socks
    [Chorus]
    [Timbaland]
  Timbaland! I'm that man!
  Watch that man! Stop that man!
  Bitch, don't you dare grin
  No favors, you been what I been
  I'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomale
  Don't give a hell what they say or read about me
  I'm a rich man, invest in stock man
  I buy land from the (freaky-freaky) white man
  I move to Atlanta with Country Grammar
  and move to 'bama with nails and hammers
  to put the posters on Havannah
  Move to China to move through miners
  Then move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-liners
  I got them cars, I got them thangs
  I got them planes, I got a whole squad entertained
  Timbaland, I'm the man
  So ladies.. wave ya hands, what!
    [Chorus]