Beat Club (Explicit)

Best Club - Timbaland (提姆巴兰)/Magoo

Timbaland：

Beat club

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Uhh uhh Timbaland uhh uhh uhh

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One two three here we go

Troy Mitchell：

Yo who wanna wreck you with the iller thug super killer thug

You know that thug that's used to doing it out the dub

I go Shaft on n***as don't make me have to call my killers

Staff on n***as get bloodbaths for all you n***as

Yo I ain't tryna talk s**t straight up I walk this s**t

I'm used to bossing s**t and offing clips

See hood is around my way they talk often quick

To us you spit and leave that n***a coffin s**t

See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang

Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names

Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks

I'm sick with Glocks now b***hes get ridiculous jocks

Now thug filthy n***as walking through your club with blunts

Grill with fronts keep Henny on the spill for months

I get trucks from the b***hes and the n***as I crush

And figure the last n***as that f**k with us

Magoo：

Yo Mag never roll with a gun Mag roll with a two-case

Get up in some beef n***as end up with a screw face

Besides that I got a gang of P-town n***as with court cases

And they all getting life

We can be enemies after f**king your wife or running train on 'em

Piss on a slut let it rain on 'em

But I'd rather put my brain on 'em

Look at the b***h she got a frame on 'em

Mag hit it then came on 'em

Alias if you with me you ride

Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of your tux

Label me alias from my respects to crack this case

I'm past being berserk n***a look at my face

I got an ill way of showing my pain

F**k talking how I'm hurt Mag take out his brain

I'm going insane and y'all n***as hating my thang

Mag the illest n***a spitting f**k the simple and plain

Sin：

Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same

First n***as speak my name off with his brain

Put the heat to his back clap his lungs collapse

If I would sell six plat' I'm done with rap

How many y'all gotta touch then found out Sin's too much

Uncut can't touch

You remind me of p***y you b***h-a*s n***a

Up North drawers off snitch a*s n***a

Magoo：

Now I'm hanging with superstars and f**kin them in the cocktail room

After the nutting sweep 'em out with the broom

Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar

Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound

But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill

I run with steel stay in the house put my d**k up in Jill

Popping using the pill never did it before

I wanna see how it feel when you f**k with my skill

I make a mil' p***y much fine in weather

Fam's wiping they tongues a little

Mag run for the street or for the block

Brand new cribs still dissing the pot

Some bums take change see

Neighbors looking at Mag strangely

Find they self hanging from a tree

But I'm a real life gleeful

Alias is next but that n***a ain't diesel

Troy Mitchell：

Yo I used to keep it on the low when I was younger

But now I'm big boss in the game come let me show you something

So whatchu need is a tech or a four-five calico with a nose wide

And women don't know when to slow slide

My A-K in the cut with my 'dro hiding

I keep them hookers holding my fort and keep a low vibe

I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live

From five o'clock to four-oh-five selling quarters and dimes

Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb

Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slinging it from

I got wholesale weight that low-sale weight

Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow straight

Cause I'm oh so great real thugs no fake

That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations

Thugs hate everything I stand fo' throw hands fo'

Make plans fo' roll on yo' camp fo'

Sin：

Laid back in the same colored Escalade

Run over rappers that test the brake

Leave you under the jeep and test your faith

Put it in reverse and crush your face

Go to court tell the judge f**k the case

Go to jail no bail cut your face

Get it right n***a you dealing with apes

I came for the safe now show me the cake uhh

Sebastin：

Listen as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps

Anticipate nickel plates man right where you sat

Like a panel n***a under your shirt picture that

How your child's gonna burp when you losing your lap

Hey I'm bringing the shade don't floss in the day

N***as think they so cold like they jewelry okay

I'm hitting h*es responding like you charming the dame

Cracking up like d**n which one of y'all paid

A pretty boy got hookers thinking that the blows don't trade

That's the day that the curls slide under the braid

I'll give you something sharp to raise that line in your fade

Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed

Putting h*es into groups and spitting them up like Jake

Du-rags ain't safe bullets skip through waves

I'll hop drive-thru pop something in Dave

I ain't from around yo' way n***a I'm from V-A