See  them other crews could not figure me
 It's the Mag and double ooh  got that fat CD
 Buck a crystal  hit a nigga with my blunt Philly
 Fake MC's getting assed like they eatin chili
 Only way they seem to rap is if they got a Philly
 Maybe I'm Nicole Brown  cause you really kill me
 Got away with hittin me  but you ain't O.J.
 I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay
 When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee
 This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain't Kool Moe Dee
 Watch a movie now you think that you really Joe Pesci
 You don't want beef with me, like a diaper I'm messy

 [Timbaland]
 I'm that laid back brother they call Timbaland
 I drive a 850 sometimes a 3-2 Mazda van
 You can catch me standin in my b-boy stance
 Or catch me at home watchin Who's the Man?
 They call robber, cause I pack much heat
 Don't call me now, because they dig the way I speaks
 I'm like a genie, because I've been trapped in a bottle
 I've got more stunts, than that nigga Desperado
 Come follow, a mad brother where'll there be no sun
 no sun tomorrow, you be sayin, when can we meet? Uhh uhh
 My offices hours are nine to five
 Ain't that right Maganoo, Maganoo? Right... right

 Chorus: Magoo

 When the clock strikes, half past two, yeah
 They'll be dancin, through the night
 Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
 Da-da-da, da, da (AHH!)
 Da-da-da, da, da (HEY!)
 Da da daahhhhhh! (AHH!)
 (repeat with hey's and ahh's added in regularly throughout)

 [Timbaland]
 Now gimme that...
 And run with the... (AHH)
 Party people are you ready for Tim and Maganoo
 As we come, rum & coke, won't you kick a verse too

 [Magoo]
 Yo I'm bout to get it started like I'm Hammer then I farted
 You retarded if you thinkin Brandy really broken hearted
 I departed doin dirt, lookin up your girl's skirt
 Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk
 I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more
 Got them scars on my face cause my health be poor
 You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo'
 No I don't want your girl she be suckin my big toe
 You get death like row, I take a beanie then I jet
 Peace to Tupac, cause he was dope as it get
 Twisted but you ain't Keith Sweat and shit got hot
 Make a block then make a circle then I rock that spot
 The rappin Don, I make a dyke go straight
 If you think I'm cute, then you up too late
 Make no mistake, I'm a question with no answer
 Riddle me like the Joker get burnt like JoJo dancer

 Chorus 2X

 (hey's and ahh's continue for a bit without Magoo)

 Chorus 1/2