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 oj
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 anddumber
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
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
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
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
