Clock Strikes Lyrics by Timbaland

Clock Strikes

[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 play
Back of the bus, with rosa parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to va, look psychadelic
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 sex 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, Im a fly band
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 dumb-dumbs
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 plat 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

[timbaland]
And pork and beans
Did you know, did you know, uhh, skillz

[mad skillz]
Now who gets you what you want when you want it? [my man]
Who keep it real with your shorty never front it? [my man]
Who hit that, split that, keep it coming
Who hit you with the knot and hold on to a hundred? [my man]
Thats what I thought; quick, Im too slick to get caught
If I like a whip, the whip gettin bought
The boss, and rapper out get tossed
I dont care if you got a 50 page ad in the source
Of course lo life, lo lifes my name
If you john blaze, then Im james flames
Uhh, mad, uhh skillz on the track
So uhh, pardon me uhh, as I come back