Producers sayin', "How you get your sound like that?"
With somethin' skanless to vibe to and ride to
G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah gyeah
Turn this up, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim? 'Cause
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim?
I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Made it without yo' car
Now look who's the star
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track
When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
Remember one in a million when I left ya back
I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space
Timbaland hit 'em with the um
Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns
Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
See girls, they love me
With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
Why you always tryin' to put down me?
Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?
Yes, it's only Tim
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
Always talkin' dis and dat
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin' that you crip-walk in the kitchen to
For real, I'm fuckin' faced on a hill of ice
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
You get 'round your friends and try to clown me
Or pump it while you displayin' yo' heart when you flex on a mark
Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get it
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk
Somethin' you bump on the porch or the park
Got party people sayin', "This a dope-ass track!"
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk
Breakin' the law, like turnin' a dyke
Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon c'mon
With the stanky inside you, listen to while a freak lickin' you
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk
Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
Made it without yo' car
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop that
I was workin' at Burger King
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Why you always tryin' to pull that boo-boo?
Made it without yo' naggin'
Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Timbaland good for that, I invented that
You ain't goin' real far, see the chainsaw?
Got party people dancin' to dis and dat
I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
Hittin 'em high, right in the ear
Timbaland, ya heard?
I made it this far
Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the price
With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Uh uh, uh uh
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
Used to rock up at the block club, the players wasn't ridin' slick
Made it without yo' naggin'
Niggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothes
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
C'mon, get your gun on, your mask and gloves
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck
Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him
I made it this far
And all the homies like down for when they in the dark
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
You turnin' into a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog
Now take a good look around me
I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the crowd
Your girls screamin', "We love him!"
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck
Twitchin' and itchin' to get up, I hit 'em up
All my party people gon' do what? Gonna get buck
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
Slicin' on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
Made it without yo' money
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
I don't understand it
I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me, yo, ahh
Remember when you first found me?
G G, G gyeah, yo
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
All my party people gon' do what? Get buck
Girl that's just, only Tim
Made it without yo' money
That's why people like myself, only hang with self
I'm gettin' tired of all that bullshit
Stop frontin' you bumpin' the new cut
Cookin' MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
With somethin' the East and West gon' bump
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
Doctors pushin' on your chest tryin' to bring you through
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Respect my gangsta dude or your life's in danger dude
They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic
When it come to that man that just like Mike
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Now look who's the star
Why you always tryin' to put down me?
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
That's beatin' in yo' trunk
You can let your mind cruise for miles
Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit
