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