[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 top 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