Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - Clock Strikes

[timbaland]

Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party aint over

Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?

Dot-dot-dot da party aint over

Diggi do, uh-huh, what? uh-huh, what, the party aint over

Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...

[magoo]

Ima 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, ima call him play

Back of the bus, with rosa parks

Too much to say, watch my remarks

South to va, look psychadelic

Yall 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?

Dont you know Ive been rappin on tracks

Since back in the days when sex was eight-track

Relax and jump to it, like duran duran

Black as buckwheat, still get a tan

Go over to your girl, hey whats yo number

You and your crew must be dumb & dumber

[timbaland]

Timbaland, uh-huh, understand

Kickin the fly beats, Im a fly band

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 dumb-dumbs

When the, clock, strikes, twelve and its on

People already already feelin my groove

Nows the time for, me to show and prove

Now its 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?

Its twelve oclock, and the party just dont 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 Im kissin on jane

Cant stand the rain, but, love missy

I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy

Look for me Im chico undercover at the nico

Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito

Lay you like frito if youre white then amigo

In my plat tuxedo, the rap al pacino

Star in casino, to a veterino

Not italia-no, but still gambino

Most of yall rappers cant do your part

Ima finish up what you all cant start

Got no heart I thought on your lp

Im on your radio and on your tv

*chorus* 2x

[timbaland]

And pork and beans

Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz

[mad skillz]

Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (my man)

Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (my man)

Who hit that, split that, keep it coming

Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (my man)

Thats what I thought; quick, Im too slick to get caught

If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought

The boss, and rapper out get tossed

I dont care if you got a 50 page ad in the source

Of course lo life, lo lifes my name

If you john blaze, then Im james flames

Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track

So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - Clock Strikes [timbaland] Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party aint over Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what? Dot-dot-dot da party aint over Diggi do, uh-huh, what? uh-huh, what, the party aint over Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi... [magoo] Ima 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, ima call him play Back of the bus, with rosa parks Too much to say, watch my remarks South to va, look psychadelic Yall 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? Dont you know Ive been rappin on tracks Since back in the days when sex was eight-track Relax and jump to it, like duran duran Black as buckwheat, still get a tan Go over to your girl, hey whats yo number You and your crew must be dumb & dumber [timbaland] Timbaland, uh-huh, understand Kickin the fly beats, Im a fly band 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 dumb-dumbs When the, clock, strikes, twelve and its on People already already feelin my groove Nows the time for, me to show and prove Now its 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? Its twelve oclock, and the party just dont 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 Im kissin on jane Cant stand the rain, but, love missy I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy Look for me Im chico undercover at the nico Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito Lay you like frito if youre white then amigo In my plat tuxedo, the rap al pacino Star in casino, to a veterino Not italia-no, but still gambino Most of yall rappers cant do your part Ima finish up what you all cant start Got no heart I thought on your lp Im on your radio and on your tv chorus 2x [timbaland] And pork and beans Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz [mad skillz] Now who gets you what you want when you want it? (my man) Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? (my man) Who hit that, split that, keep it coming Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? (my man) Thats what I thought; quick, Im too slick to get caught If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought The boss, and rapper out get tossed I dont care if you got a 50 page ad in the source Of course lo life, lo lifes my name If you john blaze, then Im james flames Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Clock Strikes: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8508.html Все тексты песен: Timbaland » Timbaland - Here We Come » Timbaland - Up Jumps Da Boogie » Timbaland - What Cha Talkin` `bout » Timbaland - Keep It Real » Timbaland - Wit` Yo` Bad Self » Timbaland - Who Am I » Timbaland - Bringin It » Timbaland - Talkin Trash » Timbaland - Its Your Night » Timbaland - To My » Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout » Timbaland - Deep in Your Memory » Timbaland - Birthday » Timbaland - John Blaze » Timbaland - What Cha Know About This » Timbaland - Keep It Real » Timbaland - Party People » Timbaland - Indian Carpet » Timbaland - Birthday » Timbaland - Dr. Dolittle Рекомендуем скачать: » Вячеслав Добрынин - Дамочка бубновая » Владимир Высоцкий - Про двух громилов » Виктор Берковский - Песня шагом, шагом » Вадим Егоров - Вероника » Владимир Качан, Леонид Филатов - Так повелось промеж людьми... » Валерий Меладзе - Текила любовь » Владимир Городзейский - У меня к тебе пропал интерес... » Владимир Туриянский - Что делать, память » Виталий Крестовский - Есть у мамы пластинка запыленная, старая... » Валерий Меладзе - Самба белого мотылька » Вероника Долина - В нашей жизни стало пусто... » Владимир Ланцберг - Вносить настроенье в посланье... » Валерия - Ты пришёл » Василий Солкин - Востока сын » Владимир Шандриков - Про лихого » Виктор Калачев - Помутнела снова неба просинь... » Владимир Высоцкий - Марш антиподов (из дискоспектакля "Алиса » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня микрофона » Верка Сердючка - Песня Кардинальши » Валерий Ободзинский - Эти глаза напротив
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