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Timbaland & Magoo Indecent Proposal Party People (feat. Jay-Z, Twista) [Jay-Z] Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh Jigga, ya heard? Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard? Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'mon Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea 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 longjohns 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 (?), look at your clothes When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like Maceo, leave acey holes That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow Rhyme great, dominate your radio C'mon, get your gun, 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 [Chorus: Timbaland + (Twista)] 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) [Magoo] 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] Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats] [scatting] - 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!" [Chorus] [Twista] Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what? Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut Twitchin and itchin to get up, I hit 'em up With some 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 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, players wasn't ridin slick You can let your mind cruise for miles They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic I'm thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Timbaland] .. 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 looove 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 [Timbaland: repeat 2X] I made it this far (this far) Made it without yo' money (yo' money) Made it without yo' car (yo' car) Made it without yo' naggin (what?) Now look who's the star (whoo!) [Timbaland] YaknowhatI'msayin? 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 Hahaha, and nobody else Easy now |
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