(feat. Jay-Z, Twista)
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[Jay-Z]
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Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh
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Jigga, ya heard?
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Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?
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Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'mon
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Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
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Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
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Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
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When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
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The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
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Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
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A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
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Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)
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Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track
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How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
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Niggaz (?), look at your clothes
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When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
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Maceo, leave acey holes
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That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
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Rhyme great, dominate your radio
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C'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves
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I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up
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Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude
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Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through
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[Chorus: Timbaland + (Twista)]
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All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get buck)
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Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
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(Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
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with somethin the East and West gon' bump)
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All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
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Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
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(Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
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that's beatin in yo' trunk)
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[Magoo]
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Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
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Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him
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On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
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Cookin MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
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Hittin 'em high, right in the ear
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Slicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
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You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog
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I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick
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Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
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You ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw?
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Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke
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when it come to that man that just like Mike
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I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space
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If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
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For real, I'm fuckin faced on a hill of ice
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Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
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[Timbaland]
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Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats]
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[scatting] - I invented that
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Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
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Remember "One in a Million" when I left ya back
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Producers sayin, "How you get your sound like that?"
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I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat
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Got party people dancin to dis and dat
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Got party people sayin, "This a dope-ass track!"
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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Timbaland hit 'em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?
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Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut
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like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
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Twitchin and itchin to get up, I hit 'em up
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With some skanless to vibe to and ride to
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with the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin you
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Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen to
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Somethin you bump on the porch or the park
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Or pump it while you displayin yo' heart when you flex on a mark
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You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
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and all the homies like down for when they in the dark
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Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn't ridin slick
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You can let your mind cruise for miles
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They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic
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I'm thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Timbaland]
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.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
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Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake..
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.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..
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Shake wit me, shake wit me
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Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me
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Yo, ahh
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Remember when you first found me?
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I was workin at Burger King
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Now take a good look around me
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Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
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Why you always tryin to put down me?
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Why you always tryin to put down me?
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You get 'round your friends and try to clown me
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Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo?
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I'm gettin tired of all that bullshit
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Always talkin dis and dat
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Your girls screamin, "We looove him!"
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| See girls, they LOVE me |
