[Timbaland talking]
  C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeah
  Ha, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?
  Whooo!
    [Sebastian]
  From the corner to the dice where we rollin at
  For all my homies gettin nice off that cognac
  To ghetto chicks who appreciate the Cadillac
  When it flip to the normal color like Mike was back
  Nike hats, slightly above your nose and neck
  Chucks and slacks, seperated from Gores and Tecs
  Chicks in packs, please, let your weave relax
  I'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back
    [Timbaland]
  Hey G, I feel you black
  But let me get up in this club and show you how I act
  I'm a fool when it comes to these party girls
  I'm a fool when it comes to this party world
  Now ask yourself, now who do beats like me?
  I was the one that gave you "Hey Papi"
  I'm like Tupac, all eyes on me
  Got niggas messed up in the industry, but it's ok
    [Chorus: Storm & Shelby (Timbaland)]
  It's your night (yeah), no need to act uptight (uh)
  Go and grab somebody (go 'head), go and grab somebody
  And be real
  (And just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit)
  Do what you feel
  (Uh huh, and just dance a bit, c'mon and just dance a bit
    [Magoo]
  Must be the first of the month
  Mag get up on the track and I'm rappin drunk
  Y'all wanna battle we can spit for days
  Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise
  Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome
  Ain't in the studio, little shorty I'm home
  Pass the phone, I'm a call all VA
  Tell Sin, call Brooke and bring some Alize
    [Sin]
  Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)
  I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)
  I'm a bigger guy, need extra pay
  Give me a bed so I can lay in my Escalade
  You could be black, Puerto Rican or Dominican
  Room 219, I don't care, send it in
  I'm a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five
  Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Magoo]
  Sin got the Alize from home
  Give me Lifestyles, put 'em on my jimmy, it's on
  And peep out my manuscript
  Mag and Tim party hoes so you gots to strip
  And I ain't playin games when I heart
  And leave Mag hangin hard suit with Christopher Darden
  I take about a hour to bust
  Chickens wanna get with Mag so they makin a fuss
  Told 'em, "simmer down, you're next
  Take my headphones, listen to Funkmaster Flex
  I'll be about a minute or less
  Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress"
    [Chorus 2x]
    [Timbaland talking to fade]