Текст песни Timbaland And Magoo - It`s Your Night
Timbaland And Magoo - It`s Your Night слова песни
(feat. Sebastian, Sin)[Timbaland talking]C`mon, ah, c`mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c`mon, yeahHa, you didn`t think I was comin like that did you?Whooo![Sebastian]From the corner to the dice where we rollin atFor all my homies gettin nice off that cognacTo ghetto chicks who appreciate the CadillacWhen it flip to the normal color like Mike was backNike hats, slightly above your nose and neckChucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and TecsChicks in packs, please, let your weave relaxI`m so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back[Timbaland]Hey G, I feel you blackBut let me get up in this club and show you how I actI`m a fool when it comes to these party girlsI`m a fool when it comes to this party worldNow ask yourself, now who do beats like me?I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"I`m like Tupac, all eyes on meGot niggas messed up in the industry, but it`s ok[Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]It`s your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)Go and grab somebody (go `head), go and grab somebodyAnd be real(And just dance a bit, c`mon and just dance a bit)Do what you feel(Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c`mon and just dance a bit[Magoo]Must be the first of the monthMag get up on the track and I`m rappin drunkY`all wanna battle we can spit for daysLet up sixteen bars like mayo-naiseSwisher in my mouth, shower cap on my domeAin`t in the studio, little shorty I`m homePass the phone, I`m a call all VATell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize[Sin]Got in the game like what, it`s over man (say what?)I spit vodka, ain`t sober man (say what?)I`m a bigger guy, need extra payGive me a bed so I can lay in my EscaladeYou could be black, Puerto Rican or DominicanRoom 219, I don`t care, send it inI`m a jiggy guy, ride one plus the fiveMake it a six, big bad son of a bitch[Chorus 2x][Magoo]Sin got the Alize from homeGive me Lifestyles, put `em on my jimmy, it`s onAnd peep out my manuscriptMag and Tim party hoes so you gots to stripAnd I ain`t playin games when I heartAnd leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher DardenI take about a hour to bustChickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fussTold `em, "simmer down, you`re nextTake my headphones, listen to Funkmaster FlexI`ll be about a minute or lessStop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"[Chorus 2x][Timbaland talking to fade]