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TIMBALAND & MAGOO Miscellaneous It's Your Night"(feat. Sebastian, Sin [Timbaland talking] C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah Ha, you didn't think I was comin like that did you? Whooo! [Sebastian] From the corner to the dice where we rollin at For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac To ghetto chicks who appreciate the Cadillac When it flip to the normal color like Mike was back Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck Chucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and Tecs Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back [Timbaland] Hey G, I feel you black But let me get up in this club and show you how I act I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls I'm a fool when it comes to this party world Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me? I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi" I'm like Tupac, all eyes on me Got 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 somebody And 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 month Mag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunk Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome Ain't in the studio, little shorty I'm home Pass the phone, I'm a call all VA Tell 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 pay Give me a bed so I can lay in my Escalade You could be black, Puerto Rican or Dominican Room 219, I don't care, send it in I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch [Chorus 2x] [Magoo] Sin got the Alize from home Give me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's on And peep out my manuscript Mag and Tim party hoes so you gots to strip And I ain't playin games when I heart And leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher Darden I take about a hour to bust Chickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fuss Told 'em, "simmer down, you're next Take my headphones, listen to Funkmaster Flex I'll be about a minute or less Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress" [Chorus 2x] [Timbaland talking to fade] |
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