Lyric Clock Strikes
[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
[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!)
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
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
[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!)
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
