Lyrics Party People - Timbaland & Magoo feat. Magoo
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
throwed
dawg,
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
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)
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
good
for
that
-- 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!"
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
. 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
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!)
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
1 Intro
2 Best Club
3 Considerate Brotha
4 Mr Richards
5 In Time
6 Baby Bubba
7 Love Me
8 Roll Out
9 Serious
10 Voice Mail
11 People Like Myself
12 Party People
13 Indian Carpet
14 It's Your Night
15 All Y"'all
16 Drop
17 I Am Music
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