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Les paroles de Clock Strikes (Remix)
| | | Artiste: | Timbaland |
| | Album: | Welcome To Our World (1997) | | Titre: | Clock Strikes (Remix) | | | | Date d'ajout: | 17/02/2008 | | Vues: | 517 fois | | | | Paroles: | (feat. Magoo)
[Timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh,
what?
Dot-dot-dot da party ain't over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't
over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...
[Magoo]
I'ma 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, I'ma call him Clay
Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks
Too much to say, watch my
remarks
South to VA, up side to Philly
Y'all 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?'
Don't you know I've been rappin on tracks
since back in the days when tapes was
eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like Duran Duran
Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to
your girl, hey what's yo' number
You and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber
[Timbaland]
Timbaland,
uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans
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 dome-dome
when the, clock,
strikes, twelve and it's on
People already already feelin my groove
Now's the time for, me to show
and prove
Now it's 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?
It's
twelve o'clock, and the party just don't 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 I'm kissin on jane
Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy
I rock
with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me I'm Chico undercover at the Nico
Mag and
double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo
In my plaid tuxedo,
the rap Al Pacino
Star in Casino, to a veterino
Not Italia-no, but still gambino
Most of y'all
rappers can't do your part
I'ma finish up what you all can't start
Got no heart I thought on your
LP
I'm on your radio and on your TV
*chorus* 2X | | | |
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