Indian Carpet Lyrics
| Song | Indian Carpet |
| Artist | Timbaland & Magoo |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Indecent proposal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barcliff, Carter, Mosley | |
| 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 ****** 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 *****es 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 | |
| ****** 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 heavenly, when i sit in this chair and produce | |
| Then my hallway darkened | |
| I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment | |
| And the glance callin like | |
| [chorus] | |
| [magoo] | |
| Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose | |
| When you was eatin collard greens i was eatin these dreams | |
| I stepped in dog **** and bit skid row twice | |
| Only ice i had put it in my orange slice | |
| What you know about livin in a jail when it ain't no bars | |
| Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea | |
| A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime | |
| Twenty-six years old and i got more time | |
| Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay | |
| Low rent for your mom, gotta get away | |
| Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto | |
| I'm tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat | |
| Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth | |
| I'm superman, i can spit from any phone booth | |
| You and your cold ass crew do what you do | |
| Just remember mag never feel good, i am the flu | |
| [chorus] |
| zuo ci : Barcliff, Carter, Mosley | |
| 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 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 es 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 | |
| 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 heavenly, when i sit in this chair and produce | |
| Then my hallway darkened | |
| I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment | |
| And the glance callin like | |
| chorus | |
| magoo | |
| Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose | |
| When you was eatin collard greens i was eatin these dreams | |
| I stepped in dog and bit skid row twice | |
| Only ice i had put it in my orange slice | |
| What you know about livin in a jail when it ain' t no bars | |
| Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea | |
| A thirddegree charge when it ain' t no crime | |
| Twentysix years old and i got more time | |
| Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay | |
| Low rent for your mom, gotta get away | |
| Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto | |
| I' m tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat | |
| Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth | |
| I' m superman, i can spit from any phone booth | |
| You and your cold ass crew do what you do | |
| Just remember mag never feel good, i am the flu | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Barcliff, Carter, Mosley | |
| 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 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 es 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 | |
| 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 heavenly, when i sit in this chair and produce | |
| Then my hallway darkened | |
| I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment | |
| And the glance callin like | |
| chorus | |
| magoo | |
| Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose | |
| When you was eatin collard greens i was eatin these dreams | |
| I stepped in dog and bit skid row twice | |
| Only ice i had put it in my orange slice | |
| What you know about livin in a jail when it ain' t no bars | |
| Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea | |
| A thirddegree charge when it ain' t no crime | |
| Twentysix years old and i got more time | |
| Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay | |
| Low rent for your mom, gotta get away | |
| Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto | |
| I' m tenth generation of that, came out the womb with a hat | |
| Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth | |
| I' m superman, i can spit from any phone booth | |
| You and your cold ass crew do what you do | |
| Just remember mag never feel good, i am the flu | |
| chorus |
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