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Clock Strikes Lyrics By Timbaland Magoo

    magoo
    see them other crews could not figure me
    it’s the mag and doubleooh got that fat cd
    buck a crystal hit a nigga with my blunt philly
    fake mc’s getting gassed 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 oj
    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 mazda van
    you can catch me standin in my bboy stance
    or catch me at home watching ‘who’s the man’
    they call robert cause i pack much heat
    or 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 with unintelligible
    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

    magoo

    when the clock strikes half past two yeah
    they’ll be dancin through the night
    dadada da da hey
    dadada da da ahh
    dadada da da hey
    da da daahhhhhh ahh
    repeat with hey’s and ahh’s added in regularly throughout

    timbaland
    now gimme thatboom boom vroom vroom
    and run with the ahh
    party people are you ready for tim and maganoo
    as we come rum coke won’t you kick a 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 looking 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 eightyfo’
    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 pac 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 rap phenom 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

    x

    hey’s and ahh’s continue for a bit without magoo

    Artist: Timbaland Magoo

    Year: 1998

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 293