Party People - Timbaland & Magoo Guess who Uh jigga Uh uhuh uhuh Hussle Uhuhuh Ya heard Uhuh Ya heard C'mon C'mon Uhuh Uhuh G G G yeah Uhhh Yo Ah Yo G G G yeah Ahhh Turn this up Yo yo yeah When the war's on the 4's are drawn like pictures The n**gas is all gone When these triggers get witcha N**ga before long You need stitches in your longjohns A K T T T T Heartbeat T T T T Eight figures you fake Twitchy n**gas can't stop that Jigga Twista my n**ga Timb on the hot track How you gon' stop that We can't be slowed N**gas look at your clothes When I'm in crazy mode three eighty blows like Maceo leave acey holes That's just Jay Z though 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 wha**up 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 wha**up Get them lighters lit up T got some gangsta sh*t That's beatin' in yo' trunk Magoo F**kin' with Mag n**ga 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 n**gas taste like chicken Hittin' 'em high bitin they ear Tyson on a muh'f**ker 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 f**kin' faced on a hill of ice Mag hot now n**ga 50 G's the price Timbaland good for that I invented that Hear the hi hat hear the ba**line 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 d**e a** track All my party people gon' do what Gonna get buck Get some liquor in the gut So wha**up 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 wha**up Get them lighters lit up T got some gangsta sh*t That's beatin' in yo' trunk Timbaland hit 'em with the um ahum Ahumahh you gon' do what Stop frontin' you bumpin' the new cut Like a shoe ah um ahum 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 All my party people gon' do what Gonna get buck Get some liquor in the gut So wha**up 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 wha**up Get them lighters lit up T got some gangsta sh*t That's beatin' in yo' trunk All my party people gon' do what Gonna get buck Get some liquor in the gut So wha**up 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 wha**up Get them lighters lit up T got some gangsta sh*t That's beatin' in yo' trunk Remember when you first found me I was workin' at Burger King