clock strikes (remix)

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. 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

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

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

aight?

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