Magoo And Timbaland Clock Strikes Lyrics

Clock Strikes Lyrics

Magoo]  

 See  them other crews could not figure me  

 It's the Mag and double ooh  got that fat CD  

 Buck a crystal  hit a nigga with my blunt Philly  

 Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin chili  

 Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly  

 Maybe I'm Nicole Brown  cause you really kill me  

 Got away with hittin me  but you ain't O.J.  

 I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay  

 When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee  

 This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't Kool Moe Dee  

 Watch a movie now you think that you really Joe Pesci  

 You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy  

  

 [Timbaland]  

 I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland  

 I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van  

 You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance  

 Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man?  

 They call robber, cause I pack much heat  

 Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speaks  

 I'm like a genie, because I've been trapped in a bottle  

 I've got more stunts, than that nigga Desperado  

 Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun  

 no sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? Uhh uhh  

 My offices hours are nine to five  

 Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right... right  

  

 Chorus: Magoo  

  

 When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah  

 They'll be dancin, through the night  

 Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)  

 Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!)  

 Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)  

 Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!)  

 (repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)  

  

 [Timbaland]  

 Now gimme that...  

 And run with the... (AHH)  

 Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo  

 As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse too  

  

 [Magoo]  

 Yo I'm bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted  

 You retarded if you thinkin Brandy really broken hearted  

 I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt  

 Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk  

 I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more  

 Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor  

 You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo'  

 No I don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe  

 You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet  

 Peace to Tupac, cause he was dope as it get  

 Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and shit got hot  

 Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot  

 The rappin Don, I make a dyke go straight  

 If you think I'm cute, then you up too late  

 Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer  

 Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer  

  

 Chorus 2X  

  

 (hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo)  

  

 Chorus 1/2