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Party People - Timbaland/Magoo/Missy Elliott
Guess who
Uh jigga
Uh uhuh uhuh
Hussle
Uhuhuh
Ya heard
Uhuh
Ya heard
C'mon
C'mon
Uhuh
Uhuh
G G G yeah
Uhhh
Yo
Ah
Yo
G G G yeah
Ahhh
Turn this up
Yo yo yeah
When the war's on the
4's are drawn like pictures
The n**gas is all gone
When these triggers get witcha
N**ga before long
You need stitches in your longjohns
A K
T T T T
Heartbeat T T T T
Eight figures you fake
Twitchy n**gas can't stop that
Jigga Twista my n**ga
Timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that
We can't be slowed
N**gas look at your clothes
When I'm in crazy mode three eighty blows like
Maceo leave acey holes
That's just Jay Z though 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
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 sh*t
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Magoo
F**kin' with Mag n**ga 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 n**gas taste like chicken
Hittin' 'em high bitin they ear
Tyson on a muh'f**ker 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 f**kin' faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now n**ga 50 G's the price
Timbaland good for that
I invented that
Hear the hi hat hear the bass line 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 d**e a** track
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 sh*t
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Timbaland hit 'em with the um ahum
Ahumahh you gon' do what
Stop frontin' you bumpin' the new cut
Like a shoe ah um ahum 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
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 sh*t
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
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 sh*t
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
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 bullsh*t
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
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
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