Текст песни Timbaland - Its Your Night
Timbaland - Its Your Night слова песни
(feat. sebastian, sin)[timbaland talking]Cmon, ah, cmon, ah, bounce a little, what, cmon, yeahHa, you didnt 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 relaxIm 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 actIm a fool when it comes to these party girlsIm 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"Im like tupac, all eyes on meGot niggas messed up in the industry, but its ok[chorus: storm & shelby (timbaland)]Its 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, cmon and just dance a bit)Do what you feel(uh huh, and just dance a bit, cmon and just dance a bit[magoo]Must be the first of the monthMag get up on the track and Im rappin drunkYall wanna battle we can spit for daysLet up sixteen bars like mayo-naiseSwisher in my mouth, shower cap on my domeAint in the studio, little shorty Im homePass the phone, Im a call all vaTell sin, call brooke and bring some alize[sin]Got in the game like what, its over man (say what? )I spit vodka, aint sober man (say what? )Im 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 dont care, send it inIm 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, its onAnd peep out my manuscriptMag and tim party hoes so you gots to stripAnd I aint 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, youre nextTake my headphones, listen to funkmaster flexIll be about a minute or lessStop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"[chorus 2x][timbaland talking to fade]