Timbaland & Magoo

Timbaland & Magoo - Party People lyrics

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 -

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?


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!)


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

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