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TIMBALAND & MAGOO( Timbaland And Magoo )
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Party People
Lyricist:Melvin Lee Barcliff, Shawn C Carter, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Timothy Z Mosley
Guess who? Jigga, ya heard? Timbaland, ya heard? Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon c'mon Uh uh, uh uh G G, G gyeah, yo G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah gyeah Turn this up, yo, yo, yeah
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop that Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed Niggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothes
When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, crazy flow Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C'mon, get your gun on, your mask and gloves I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up Respect my gangsta dude or your life's in danger dude Doctors pushin' on your chest tryin' to bring you through
All my party people gon' do what? Gonna get buck Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him On a track star beef take it in the kitchen Cookin' MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin 'em high, right in the ear Slicin' on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker You turnin' into a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car You ain't goin' real far, see the chainsaw? Breakin' the law, like turnin' a dyke When it come to that man that just like Mike
I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space If you go to court man, only wish you got a case For real, I'm fuckin' faced on a hill of ice Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
Timbaland good for that, I invented that Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track Remember one in a million when I left ya back Producers sayin', 'How you get your sound like that?' I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat Got party people dancin' to dis and dat Got party people sayin', 'This a dope-ass track!'
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Timbaland hit 'em with the um Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what? Stop frontin' you bumpin' the new cut Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut Twitchin' and itchin' to get up, I hit 'em up
With somethin' skanless to vibe to and ride to With the stanky inside you, listen to while a freak lickin' you Go on a bogus mission to, somethin' that you crip-walk in the kitchen to Somethin' you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displayin' yo' heart when you flex on a mark You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds And all the homies like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, the players wasn't ridin' slick You can let your mind cruise for miles They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit That's beatin' in yo' trunk
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup? Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me, yo, ahh
Remember when you first found me? I was workin' at Burger King Now take a good look around me Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always tryin' to put down me? Why you always tryin' to put down me? You get 'round your friends and try to clown me Why you always tryin' to pull that boo-boo?
I'm gettin' tired of all that bullshit Always talkin' dis and dat Your girls screamin', 'We love him!' See girls, they love me
Girl that's just, only Tim Yes, it's only Tim Whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim? Yeah whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim? 'Cause
I made it this far Made it without yo' money Made it without yo' car Made it without yo' naggin' Now look who's the star
I made it this far Made it without yo' money Made it without yo' car Made it without yo' naggin' Now look who's the star
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get it I don't understand it That's why people like myself, only hang with self Ha ha ha, and nobody else, easy now
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