Timbaland - Party People Lyrics

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Guess who?

Jigga, ya heard?

Timbaland, ya heard?

Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon c'mon

Uh uh, uh uh

G G, G gyeah, yo

G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah gyeah

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 long Johns

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 it Jay-Z doe, crazy flow

Rhyme great, dominate your radio

C'mon, get your gun on, 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!"

All my party people gon' do what? 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

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 somethin' 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' that 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, the players wasn't ridin' slick

You can let your mind cruise for miles

They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic

I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the crowd

All my party people gon' do what? 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

All my party people gon' do what? 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

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 love 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

Made it without yo' money

Made it without yo' car

Made it without yo' naggin'

Now look who's the star

I made it this far

Made it without yo' money

Made it without yo' car

Made it without yo' naggin'

Now look who's the star

Ya know what I'm sayin'?

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

Ha ha ha, and nobody else, easy now

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