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Timbaland - Party People - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
(feat. jay-z, twista)


Guess who? uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Jigga, ya heard? 

Uh-uh, a-timbaland, ya heard? 

Uh, twista, ya heard? cmon, cmon

Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah

Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea

Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah

When the wars on, the pores are drawn like pictures

The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha

Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns

A.k., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t

Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz cant stop (that)

Jigga, twista my nigga timb on the hot track

How you gon stop that? we cant be slowed

Niggaz (? ), look at your clothes

When Im in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like

Maceo, leave acey holes

Thats just jay-z doe, crazy flow

Rhyme great, dominate your radio

Cmon, get your gun, your mask and gloves

I dont ask for love, I blast em up

Respect my gangsta dude, or your lifes in danger dude

Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through

[chorus: timbaland + (twista)]

All my party people gon do what? (gonna get buck)

Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup? )

(get them lighters lit up, make them get up

With somethin the east and west gon bump)

All my party people gon do what? (get crunk)

Get some liquor in the gut (so whassup? )

(get them lighters lit up, t got some gangsta shit

Thats beatin in yo trunk)


Fuckin with mag, nigga end up in a hospital

Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him

On a track star beef take it in the kitchen

Cookin mcs all niggaz taste like chicken

Hittin em high, right in the ear

Slicin on em muhfucker vampire style, Im a bloodsucker

You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog

Im at the rucker with a bad puerto rican chick

Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car

You aint goin real far, see the chainsaw? 

Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke

When it come to that man that just like mike

I dont care what you like, Ill make you run in outer space

If you go to court man, only wish you got a case

For real, Im fuckin faced on a hill of ice

Mag hot now nigga 50 gs the price


Timbaland good for that - [beat plays, he scats]

[scatting] - I invented that

Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track

Remember "one in a million" when I left ya back

Producers sayin, "how you get your sound like that? "

I dont know playa, Im a creative cat

Got party people dancin to dis and dat

Got party people sayin, "this a dope-ass track!"



Timbaland hit em with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon do what? 

Stop frontin you bumpin the new cut

Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit em in the gut

Twitchin and itchin to get up, I hit em up

With some skanless to vibe to and ride to

With the stanky inside you - listen to while a freak lickin you

Go on a bogus mission to, somethin you crip-walk in the kitchen to

Somethin you bump on the porch or the park

Or pump it while you displayin yo heart when you flex on a mark

You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds

And all the homies like down for when they in the dark

Used to rock up at the block club, players wasnt ridin slick

You can let your mind cruise for miles

They cant tell no sucker whos allowed, with a strap on the mic

Im thinkin how can I move the crowd, move the crowd

[chorus - repeat 2x]


.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow

Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake..

.. bounce wit me, bounce wit me..

Shake wit me, shake wit me

Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yo, ahh

Remember when you first found me? 

I was workin at burger king

Now take a good look around me

Look at all these cars, look at all these girls

Why you always tryin to put down me? 

Why you always tryin to put down me? 

You get round your friends and try to clown me

Why you always tryin to pull that boo-boo? 

Im gettin tired of all that bullshit

Always talkin dis and dat

Your girls screamin, "we looove him!"

See girls, they love me

Girl thats just, only tim

Yes, its only tim

Whatchu talkin bout thats only tim? 

Yeah whatchu talkin bout thats only tim? 


[timbaland: repeat 2x]

I made it this far (this far)

Made it without yo money (yo money)

Made it without yo car (yo car)

Made it without yo naggin (what? )

Now look whos the star (whoo!)



Why it gotta happen to people like me, I dont get it

I dont understand it

Thats why people like myself, only hang with self

Hahaha, and nobody else

Easy now
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