Indian Carpet Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - Timbaland

Timabaland's flow infamous 

Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style 

For all man, woman and innocent child 

I have no perimeter 

Break all barriers in various areas 

My sound is mimicked 

Track prime minister, some say sinister 

None stoppin' the groove until when it's 

The climax, some niggas is bitin' my hot hats 

And followed my drum pattern, but I done that 

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It's time to change, get more deranged 

Feels more strange 

Follow me through gravel and shallow trees 

From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain 

Through the dream state of Utopia 

Woke up to the sounds of that man Timbaland 

Five Mexican bitches scopin' us 

Belly dancin', sayin', "Hell, he's handsome" in Spanish 

We was fine until the subtitles vanished 

Then and open fire, to an opium 

Higher than I ever been in my life 

Heard cries throughout the night like 

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Let's get 'em started 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on, uh 

Niggas act retarded 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on, uh 

Let's get 'em started 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child 

T.V. playin' like the poltergeist, must been on overnight 

I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to it 

Could it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to it 

In the halls I heard music shoutin' beautiful calls 

And I swore I heard a voice say 

It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose 

But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move 

I hear you dude, and me bein' a barrel of fruit 

But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce 

Then my hallway darkened 

I felt the power surge rush throughout my apartment 

And the glance callin' like 

Let's get 'em started 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on, uh 

Niggas act retarded 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on 

Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose 

When you was eatin' collard greens I was eatin' these dreams 

I stepped in dog shit and bit skid row twice 

Only ice I had put it in my orange slice 

What you know about livin' in a jail when it ain't no bars 

Handcuffed with no key, world denyin' your plea 

A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime 

Twenty-six years old and I got more time 

Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay 

Low rent for your mom, gotta get away 

Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto 

I'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat 

Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth 

I'm superman, I can spit from any phone booth 

You and your cold ass crew do what you do 

Just remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu 

Let's get 'em started 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on, uh 

Niggas act retarded 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on, uh 

Let's get 'em started 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Niggas act retarded 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Come on 

Indian carpet 

While they dance on Indian carpet 

Indian carpet 

While they dance on Indian carpet