paroles de chanson Clock Strikes - Timbaland
(Magoo)
See,
them
other
crews
could
not
figure
me
It's
the
Mag
and
double-ooh,
got
that
fat
CD
Buck
a
crystal,
hit
a
nigga
with
my
blunt
Philly
Fake
MC's
getting
assed
like
they
eatin
chili
Only
way
they
seem
to
rap
is
if
they
got
a
Philly
Maybe
I'm
Nicole
Brown,
cause
you
really
kill
me
Got
away
with
hittin
me,
but
you
ain't
O.J.
I'm
bout
to
shake
up
the
world
like
Cassius
Clay
When
I
bumble
watch
your
back
cause
I
sting
like
bee
This
ain't
the
Wild
Wild
West
and
you
ain't
Kool
Moe
Dee
Watch
a
movie
now
you
think
that
you
really
Joe
Pesci
You
don't
want
beef
with
me,
like
a
diaper
I'm
messy
(Timbaland)
I'm
that
laid
back
brother
they
call
Timbaland
I
drive
a
850
sometimes
a
3-2
Mazda
van
You
can
catch
me
standin
in
my
b-boy
stance
Or
catch
me
at
home
watchin
Who's
the
Man?
They
call
robber,
cause
I
pack
much
heat
Don't
call
me
now,
because
they
dig
the
way
I
speaks
I'm
like
a
genie,
because
I've
been
trapped
in
a
bottle
I've
got
more
stunts,
than
that
nigga
Desperado
Come
follow,
a
mad
brother
where'll
there
be
no
sun
no
sun
tomorrow,
you
be
sayin,
when
can
we
meet?
Uhh
uhh
My
offices
hours
are
nine
to
five
Ain't
that
right
Maganoo,
Maganoo?
Right...
right
Chorus:
Magoo
When
the
clock
strikes,
half
past
two,
yeah
They'll
be
dancin,
through
the
night
Da-da-da,
da,
da
(HEY!)
Da-da-da,
da,
da
(AHH!)
Da-da-da,
da,
da
(HEY!)
Da
da
daahhhhhh!
(AHH!)
(repeat
with
hey's
and
ahh's
added
in
regularly
throughout)
(Timbaland)
Now
gimme
that...
And
run
with
the...
(AHH)
Party
people
are
you
ready
for
Tim
and
Maganoo
As
we
come,
rum
& coke,
won't
you
kick
a
verse
too
(Magoo)
Yo
I'm
bout
to
get
it
started
like
I'm
Hammer
then
I
farted
You
retarded
if
you
thinkin
Brandy
really
broken
hearted
I
departed
doin
dirt,
lookin
up
your
girl's
skirt
Keep
it
Steve
Martin
style,
bustin
loose
like
jerk
I
get
Up
like
-town,
gimme
don't
say
no
more
Got
them
scars
on
my
face
cause
my
health
be
poor
You
Milli
Vanilli,
I'm
Kurtis
Blow
like
eighty-fo'
No
I
don't
want
your
girl
she
be
suckin
my
big
toe
You
get
death
like
row,
I
take
a
beanie
then
I
jet
Peace
to
Tupac,
cause
he
was
dope
as
it
get
Twisted
but
you
ain't
Keith
Sweat
and
shit
got
hot
Make
a
block
then
make
a
circle
then
I
rock
that
spot
The
rappin
Don,
I
make
a
dyke
go
straight
If
you
think
I'm
cute,
then
you
up
too
late
Make
no
mistake,
I'm
a
question
with
no
answer
Riddle
me
like
the
Joker
get
burnt
like
JoJo
dancer
Chorus
2X
(hey's
and
ahh's
continue
for
a
bit
without
Magoo)
Chorus
1/2
1 Cop That Shit
2 I Am Music
3 Party People
4 3.30 In The Morning
5 John Blaze
6 Who Am I
7 15 After Da Hour
8 Here We Come
9 Hold On
10 Timbo Indian Flute
11 Shenanigans
12 N 2 Da Music
13 All Y'all
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