Clock Strikes (remix) Lyrics - Welcome To Our World - Timbaland

[timbaland] 

Yo... dot da dot dot dot party ain't over 

Uh huh what uh huh what? 

Dot dot dot da party ain't over 

Diggi do uh huh what? uh huh what the party ain't over 

Uh huh what yeah what... diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi... 

[magoo] 

I'ma kill you all like o.j. 

Diss maganoo for real you must pay 

Listen to the way my rap flow delay 

His mama named him clay i'ma call him clay 

Back of the bus, with rosa parks 

Too much to say, watch my remarks 

South to va, up side to philly 

Y'all be killin me, for real on the really 

Recognize the p, when you see he 

Sport the kangol with n-i-k-e 

Break me off a piece of that, kit-kat 

You do the horse and make your gucci wet 

Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin 

Said real low, 'hey whatcha doin?' 

Don't you know i've been rappin on tracks 

Since back in the days when tapes was eight-track 

Relax and jump to it, like duran duran 

Black as buckwheat, still get a tan 

Go over to your girl, hey what's yo' number 

You and your crew must be dumb & dumber 

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[timbaland] 

Timbaland, uh-huh, understand 

Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans 

Not peter piper but, peter pan 

Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance 

People wanna know where i where i get my rhythm 

Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom 

Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome 

When the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's on 

People already already feelin my groove 

Now's the time for, me to show and prove 

Now it's time to get back to my basic method 

Record and play play play each segment 

*chorus* 

Sardines! hey, and pork and beans, ha-hah 

Do you know what that means? 

It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop 

(repeat 2x) 

Aight? 

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[magoo] 

When it come to flows you best to re-up 

Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out 

Rapped out a hit on the plane out to spain 

My mind go in space when i'm kissin on jane 

Can't stand the rain, but, love missy 

I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy 

Look for me i'm chico undercover at the nico 

Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito 

Lay you like frito if you're white then amigo 

In my plaid tuxedo, the rap al pacino 

Star in casino, to a veterino 

Not italia-no, but still gambino 

Most of y'all rappers can't do your part 

I'ma finish up what you all can't start 

Got no heart i thought on your lp 

I'm on your radio and on your tv 

*chorus* 2x