It`s Your Night(feat Sebastian Sin Lyrics

It`s Your Night(feat Sebastian Sin lyrics

[Timbaland talking]

 C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah

 Ha, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?

 Whooo!

 

 [Sebastian]

 From the corner to the dice where we rollin at

 For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac

 To ghetto chicks who appreciate the Cadillac

 When it flip to the normal color like Mike was back

 Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck

 Chucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and Tecs

 Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax

 I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back

 

 [Timbaland]

 Hey G, I feel you black

 But let me get up in this club and show you how I act

 I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls

 I'm a fool when it comes to this party world

 Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me?

 I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"

 I'm like Tupac, all eyes on me

 Got niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok

 

 [Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]

 It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)

 Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebody

 And be real

 (And just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)

 Do what you feel

 (Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit

 

 [Magoo]

 Must be the first of the month

 Mag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunk

 Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days

 Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise

 Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome

 Ain't in the studio, little shorty I'm home

 Pass the phone, I'm a call all VA

 Tell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize

 

 [Sin]

 Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)

 I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)

 I'm a bigger guy, need extra pay

 Give me a bed so I can lay in my Escalade

 You could be black, Puerto Rican or Dominican

 Room 219, I don't care, send it in

 I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five

 Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Magoo]

 Sin got the Alize from home

 Give me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's on

 And peep out my manuscript

 Mag and Tim party hoes so you gots to strip

 And I ain't playin games when I heart

 And leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher Darden

 I take about a hour to bust

 Chickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fuss

 Told 'em, "simmer down, you're next

 Take my headphones, listen to Funkmaster Flex

 I'll be about a minute or less

 Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [Timbaland talking to fade]