Tytuł: Clock Strikes (Remix)

• Wykonawca: Timbaland & Magoo
• Wyświetleń: 324

[Timbaland]
  Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't over
  Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
  Dot-dot-dot da party ain't over
  Diggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't over
  Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
  
  [Magoo]
  I'ma kill you all, like O.J.
  Diss Maganoo, for real you must pay
  Listen to the way my rap flow delay
  His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay
  Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks
  Too much to say, watch my remarks
  South to VA, up side to Philly
  Y'all be killin me, for real on the really
  Recognize the P, when you see he
  sport the Kangol with N-I-K-E
  Break me off a piece of that, Kit-Kat
  You do the horse and make your Gucci wet
  Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
  Said real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?'
  Don't you know I've been rappin on tracks
  since back in the days when tapes was eight-track
  Relax and jump to it, like Duran Duran
  Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan
  Go over to your girl, hey what's yo' number
  You and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber
  
  [Timbaland]
  Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
  Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans
  Not Peter Piper but, Peter Pan
  Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
  People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
  Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
  Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome
  when the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's on
  People already already feelin my groove
  Now's the time for, me to show and prove
  Now it's time to get back to my basic method
  Record and play play play each segment
  
  [chorus]
  Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hah
  Do you know what that means?
  It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop
  [repeat 2X]
  Aight?
  
  [Magoo]
  When it come to flows you best to re-up
  Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
  Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain
  My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane
  Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy
  I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
  Look for me I'm Chico undercover at the Nico
  Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
  Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo
  In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino
  Star in Casino, to a veterino
  Not Italia-no, but still gambino
  Most of y'all rappers can't do your part
  I'ma finish up what you all can't start
  Got no heart I thought on your LP
  I'm on your radio and on your TV
  
  [chorus 2X]