Текст песни Timbaland And Magoo - Clock Strikes (remix)
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[Timbaland]Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain`t overUh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?Dot-dot-dot da party ain`t overDiggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain`t overUh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...[Magoo]I`ma kill you all, like O.J.Diss Maganoo, for real you must payListen to the way my rap flow delayHis mama named him Clay, I`ma call him ClayBack of the bus, with Rosa ParksToo much to say, watch my remarksSouth to VA, up side to PhillyY`all be killin me, for real on the reallyRecognize the P, when you see hesport the Kangol with N-I-K-EBreak me off a piece of that, Kit-KatYou do the horse and make your Gucci wetCame through the crowd, heard the brother booinSaid real low, `Hey whatcha doin?`Don`t you know I`ve been rappin on trackssince back in the days when tapes was eight-trackRelax and jump to it, like Duran DuranBlack as Buckwheat, still get a tanGo over to your girl, hey what`s yo` numberYou and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber[Timbaland]Timbaland, uh-huh, understandKickin the fly beats for all my fly fansNot Peter Piper but, Peter PanBeat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dancePeople wanna know where I where I get my rhythmRhythm, come from, the thing called wisdomWisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-domewhen the, clock, strikes, twelve and it`s onPeople already already feelin my grooveNow`s the time for, me to show and proveNow it`s time to get back to my basic methodRecord and play play play each segment *chorus*Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hahDo 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-upDiss me to my face, get the taste slapped outRapped out a hit on the plane out to SpainMy mind go in space when I`m kissin on janeCan`t Stand the Rain, but, love MissyI rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissyLook for me I`m Chico undercover at the NicoMag and double-ooh got gas from burritoLay you like Frito if you`re white then amigoIn my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al PacinoStar in Casino, to a veterinoNot Italia-no, but still gambinoMost of y`all rappers can`t do your partI`ma finish up what you all can`t startGot no heart I thought on your LPI`m on your radio and on your TV *chorus* 2X