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[Timbaland] 
Yo... dot da dot dot dot  party ain't over 
Uh huh  what  uh huh  what? 
Dot dot dot da party ain't over 
Diggi do  uh huh  what? Uh huh  what  the party ain't over 
Uh huh  what  yeah  what... diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi... 

[Magoo] 
I'ma kill you all  like O.J. 
Diss Maganoo  for real you must pay 
Listen to the way my rap flow delay 
His mama named him Clay  I'ma call him Clay 
Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks 
Too much to say, watch my remarks 
South to VA, up side to Philly 
Y'all be killin me, for real on the really 
Recognize the P, when you see he 
sport the Kangol with N-I-K-E 
Break me off a piece of that, Kit-Kat 
You do the horse and make your Gucci wet 
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin 
Said real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?' 
Don't you know I've been rappin on tracks 
since back in the days when tapes was eight-track 
Relax and jump to it, like Duran Duran 
Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan 
Go over to your girl, hey what's yo' number 
You and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber 

[Timbaland] 
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand 
Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans 
Not Peter Piper but, Peter Pan 
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance 
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm 
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom 
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome 
when the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's on 
People already already feelin my groove 
Now's the time for, me to show and prove 
Now it's time to get back to my basic method 
Record and play play play each segment 

*chorus* 
Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hah 
Do you know what that means? 
It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop 
(repeat 2X) 
Aight? 

[Magoo] 
When it come to flows you best to re-up 
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out 
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain 
My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane 
Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy 
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy 
Look for me I'm Chico undercover at the Nico 
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito 
Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo 
In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino 
Star in Casino, to a veterino 
Not Italia-no, but still gambino 
Most of y'all rappers can't do your part 
I'ma finish up what you all can't start 
Got no heart I thought on your LP 
I'm on your radio and on your TV 

*chorus* 2X

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