*featuring Sebastian, Sin
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[Timbaland talking]
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C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah
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Ha, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?
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Whooo!
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[Sebastian]
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From the corner to the dice where we rollin at
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For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac
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To ghetto chicks who appreciate the Cadillac
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When it flip to the normal color like Mike was back
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Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck
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Chucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and Tecs
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Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax
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I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
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[Timbaland]
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Hey G, I feel you black
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But let me get up in this club and show you how I act
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I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls
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I'm a fool when it comes to this party world
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Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me?
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I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"
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I'm like Tupac, all eyes on me
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Got niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok
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[Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]
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It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)
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Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebody
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And be real
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(And just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)
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Do what you feel
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(Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit
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[Magoo]
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Must be the first of the month
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Mag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunk
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Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days
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Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise
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Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome
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Ain't in the studio, little shorty I'm home
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Pass the phone, I'm a call all VA
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Tell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize
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[Sin]
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Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)
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I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)
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I'm a bigger guy, need extra pay
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Give me a bed so I can lay in my Escalade
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You could be black, Puerto Rican or Dominican
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Room 219, I don't care, send it in
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I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five
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Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Magoo]
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Sin got the Alize from home
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Give me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's on
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And peep out my manuscript
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Mag and Tim party hoes so you gots to strip
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And I ain't playin games when I heart
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And leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher Darden
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I take about a hour to bust
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Chickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fuss
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Told 'em, "simmer down, you're next
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Take my headphones, listen to Funkmaster Flex
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I'll be about a minute or less
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Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Timbaland talking to fade]
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It's Your Night
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Timbaland & Magoo |