Текст песни: Timbaland - Clock Strikes
[timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party aint over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
Dot-dot-dot da party aint over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? uh-huh, what, the party aint over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[magoo]
Ima kill you all, like o.j.
Diss maganoo, for real you must pay
Listen to the way my rap flow delay
His mama named him clay, ima call him play
Back of the bus, with rosa parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to va, look psychadelic
Yall be killin me, for real on the really
Recognize the p, when you see he
Sport the kangol with n-i-k-e
Break me off a piece of that, kit-kat
You do the horse and make your gucci wet
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
Said real low, hey whatcha doin?
Dont you know Ive been rappin on tracks
Since back in the days when sex was eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like duran duran
Black as buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to your girl, hey whats yo number
You and your crew must be dumb & dumber
[timbaland]
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats, Im a fly band
Not peter piper but, peter pan
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dumb-dumbs
When the, clock, strikes, twelve and its on
People already already feelin my groove
Nows the time for, me to show and prove
Now its time to get back to my basic method
Record and play play play each segment
*chorus*
Sardines! hey, and pork and beans, ha-hah
Do you know what that means?
Its twelve oclock, and the party just dont stop
(repeat 2x)
Aight?
[magoo]
When it come to flows you best to re-up
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to spain
My mind go in space when Im kissin on jane
Cant stand the rain, but, love missy
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me Im chico undercover at the nico
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like frito if youre white then amigo
In my plat tuxedo, the rap al pacino
Star in casino, to a veterino
Not italia-no, but still gambino
Most of yall rappers cant do your part
Ima finish up what you all cant start
Got no heart I thought on your lp
Im on your radio and on your tv
*chorus* 2x
[timbaland]
And pork and beans
Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz
[mad skillz]
Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (my man)
Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (my man)
Who hit that, split that, keep it coming
Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (my man)
Thats what I thought; quick, Im too slick to get caught
If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought
The boss, and rapper out get tossed
I dont care if you got a 50 page ad in the source
Of course lo life, lo lifes my name
If you john blaze, then Im james flames
Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track
So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back
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[timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party aint over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
Dot-dot-dot da party aint over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? uh-huh, what, the party aint over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[magoo]
Ima kill you all, like o.j.
Diss maganoo, for real you must pay
Listen to the way my rap flow delay
His mama named him clay, ima call him play
Back of the bus, with rosa parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to va, look psychadelic
Yall be killin me, for real on the really
Recognize the p, when you see he
Sport the kangol with n-i-k-e
Break me off a piece of that, kit-kat
You do the horse and make your gucci wet
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
Said real low, hey whatcha doin?
Dont you know Ive been rappin on tracks
Since back in the days when sex was eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like duran duran
Black as buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to your girl, hey whats yo number
You and your crew must be dumb & dumber
[timbaland]
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats, Im a fly band
Not peter piper but, peter pan
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dumb-dumbs
When the, clock, strikes, twelve and its on
People already already feelin my groove
Nows the time for, me to show and prove
Now its time to get back to my basic method
Record and play play play each segment
*chorus*
Sardines! hey, and pork and beans, ha-hah
Do you know what that means?
Its twelve oclock, and the party just dont stop
(repeat 2x)
Aight?
[magoo]
When it come to flows you best to re-up
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to spain
My mind go in space when Im kissin on jane
Cant stand the rain, but, love missy
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me Im chico undercover at the nico
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like frito if youre white then amigo
In my plat tuxedo, the rap al pacino
Star in casino, to a veterino
Not italia-no, but still gambino
Most of yall rappers cant do your part
Ima finish up what you all cant start
Got no heart I thought on your lp
Im on your radio and on your tv
*chorus* 2x
[timbaland]
And pork and beans
Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz
[mad skillz]
Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (my man)
Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (my man)
Who hit that, split that, keep it coming
Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (my man)
Thats what I thought; quick, Im too slick to get caught
If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought
The boss, and rapper out get tossed
I dont care if you got a 50 page ad in the source
Of course lo life, lo lifes my name
If you john blaze, then Im james flames
Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track
So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back
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