[Magoo]

See, them other crews could not figure me

It's the Mag and double-ooh, got that fat CD

Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my blunt Philly

Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin chili

Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly

Maybe I'm Nicole Brown, cause you really kill me

Got away with hittin me, but you ain't O.J.

I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay

When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee

This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't Kool Moe Dee

Watch a movie now you think that you really Joe Pesci

You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy



[Timbaland]

I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland

I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van

You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance

Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man?

They call robber, cause I pack much heat

Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speaks

I'm like a genie, because I've been trapped in a bottle

I've got more stunts, than that nigga Desperado

Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun

no sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? Uhh uhh

My offices hours are nine to five

Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right... right



[Magoo]

1 - When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah

They'll be dancin, through the night

Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)

Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!)

Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)

Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!)

(Repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)



[Timbaland]

Now gimme that...

And run with the... (AHH)

Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo

As we come, rum