Текст песни Timbaland and Magoo f Mad Skillz - Clock Strikes CD-5/12"
Timbaland and Magoo f Mad Skillz - Clock Strikes CD-5/12" слова песни
[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 PlayBack of the bus, with Rosa ParksToo much to say, watch my remarksSouth to VA, look psychadelicY`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 sex 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, I`m a fly bandNot 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 dumb-dumbswhen 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 plat 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[Timbaland]and pork and beansDid you know, did you know, uhh, Skillz[Mad Skillz]Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (My man)Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (My man)Who hit that, split that, keep it comingWho hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (My man)That`s what I thought; quick, I`m too slick to get caughtIf I like a whip, the whip gettin boughtThe boss, and rapper out get tossedI don`t care if you got a 50 page ad in The SourceOf course Lo Life, Lo Life`s my nameIf you John Blaze, then I`m James FlamesUhh, Mad, uhh Skillz on the trackSo uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back