Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Your Night , by - Timbaland. Release date: 19.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Your Night |
| Cmon, ah, cmon, ah, bounce a little, what, cmon, yeah |
| Ha, you didnt think I was comin like that did you? |
| Whooo! |
| 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 |
| Im so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back |
| Hey g, I feel you black |
| But let me get up in this club and show you how I act |
| Im a fool when it comes to these party girls |
| Im 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» |
| Im like tupac, all eyes on me Got niggas messed up in the industry, but its ok Its 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, cmon and just dance a bit) |
| Do what you feel |
| (uh huh, and just dance a bit, cmon and just dance a bit |
| Must be the first of the month |
| Mag get up on the track and Im rappin drunk |
| Yall wanna battle we can spit for days |
| Let up sixteen bars like mayo-naise |
| Swisher in my mouth, shower cap on my dome |
| Aint in the studio, little shorty Im home |
| Pass the phone, Im a call all va Tell sin, call brooke and bring some alize |
| Got in the game like what, its over man (say what?) |
| I spit vodka, aint sober man (say what?) |
| Im 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 dont care, send it in Im a jiggy guy, ride one plus the five |
| Make it a six, big bad son of a bitch |
| Sin got the alize from home |
| Give me lifestyles, put em on my jimmy, its on And peep out my manuscript |
| Mag and tim party hoes so you gots to strip |
| And I aint 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, youre next |
| Take my headphones, listen to funkmaster flex |
| Ill be about a minute or less |
| Stop sittin clothes on, take off your dress» |