Clock Strikes (video Remix) Lyrics - Timbaland

(Magoo) 

See, them other crews could not figure me 

It's the Mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD 

Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt Philly 

Fake MC's getting assed 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 O.J. 

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 

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(Timbaland) 

I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland 

I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van 

You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance 

Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man? 

They call robber, cause I pack much heat 

Don't 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 where'll there be no sun 

no sun 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 

Chorus: Magoo 

When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah 

They'll be dancin, through the night 

Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) 

Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!) 

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Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!) 

Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!) 

(repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout) 

(Timbaland) 

Now gimme that... 

And run with the... (AHH) 

Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo 

As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse 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, lookin 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 eighty-fo' 

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 Tupac, 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 rappin Don, 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 

Chorus 2X 

(hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo) 

Chorus 1/2