Party People Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - Timbaland

Guess who? uh, uh-uh uh-uh 

Jigga, ya heard? 

Uh-uh, a-timbaland, ya heard? 

Uh, twista, ya heard? c'mon, c'mon 

Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah 

Yo. yo. ye-yea, ye-yea 

Turn this up. yo, yo, yeah 

When the war's 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 can't stop (that) 

Jigga, twista my nigga timb on the hot track 

How you gon' stop that? we can't be slowed 

Niggaz (?), look at your clothes 

When i'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like 

Maceo, leave acey holes 

That's just jay-z doe, crazy flow 

Rhyme great, dominate your radio 

C'mon, get your gun, your mask and gloves 

I don't ask for love, i blast 'em up 

Respect my gangsta dude, or your life's in danger dude 

Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you through 

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 

That's 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 mc's all niggaz taste like chicken 

Hittin 'em high, right in the ear 

Slicin on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, i'm a bloodsucker 

You turnin into a mad ducker, tellin ya dog 

I'm at the rucker with a bad puerto rican chick 

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

You ain't goin real far, see the chainsaw? 

Breakin the law, like turnin a dyke 

When it come to that man that just like mike 

I don't care what you like, i'll make you run in outer space 

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

For real, i'm fuckin faced on a hill of ice 

Mag hot now nigga 50 g's the price 

Timbaland good for that - - 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 don't know playa, i'm 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 wasn't ridin slick 

You can let your mind cruise for miles 

They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic 

I'm thinkin how can i move the crowd, move the crowd 

. 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? 

I'm gettin tired of all that bullshit 

Always talkin dis and dat 

Your girls screamin, we looove him! 

See girls, they love me 

Girl that's just, only tim 

Yes, it's only tim 

Whatchu talkin 'bout that's only tim? 

Yeah whatchu talkin 'bout that's only tim? 

Cause 

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 who's the star (whoo!) 

Yaknowhati'msayin? 

Why it gotta happen to people like me, i don't get it 

I don't understand it 

That's why people like myself, only hang with self 

Hahaha, and nobody else 

Easy now 

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