| Lyrics: | (feat. Static)
[Timbaland]
Yo (yo), yo, ay yo
Timabaland's flow
infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man, woman and innocent
child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is
mimicked
Track prime minister, some say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when
it's
The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but I done
that
It's time to change, get more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me
through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black
rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man Timbaland
Five
Mexican bitches scopin us
Belly dancin, sayin "hell, he's handsome" in Spanish
We was fine
until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire, totin opium
Higher than I ever been in my
life
Heard cries throughout the night like
[Chorus: Static]
Let's get 'em
started
While they dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Niggas act retarded
While they
dance on, Indian Carpet
C'mon, uh
Let's get 'em started
While they dance on, Indian
Carpet
[Timbaland]
Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the Golden Child
T.V.
playin like the Poltergeist, must been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to
walk to it
Could it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music
shoutin beautiful calls
And I swore I heard a voice say:
It's yours my, gift to you, to do
what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dude,
and me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears he |
