Clap ya hands, everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm Timbo, and I want you to know that these are the breaks

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let me tell ya
You got me feigning for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna to start
And where we going you don't have to ask

[Chorus]
Come in my cipher, put the blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey, girl, let's have a meeting, a meeting

I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby, I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name

[Chorus]

I'm a chick, nigga, heart of a man, fo' sho'
In the back of my mind, girl, you infidel
Even though you a skank, I'm a fan of chest
Role play, you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to 'cause and go

[Chorus]

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Meeting's adjourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
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Copyright: ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, BMG Rights Management, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CLAYDES EUGENE SMITH, EUMIR DEODATO, FLOYD NATHANIEL HILLS, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, JAMES B. MOORE, JAMES WARREN TAYLOR, KURT WALKER, LAWRENCE SMITH, MELVIN LEE BARCLIFF, ROBERT ARTHUR FORD, ROBERT EARL BELL, ROBERT SPIKE MICKENS, RONALD N. BELL, RUSSELL W. SIMMONS, TIMOTHY CLAYTON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY