Clock Strikes Remix lyrics

[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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